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Anders Morley
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Genre
Influences
Member Since
April 2020
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This Land of Snow: A Journey Across the North in Winter
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2020
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6 editions
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This Land of Snow Lib/E: A Journey Across the North in Winter
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“That things don’t always go the way we expect them to is the end realization of every good story I know.”
― This Land of Snow: A Journey Across the North in Winter
― This Land of Snow: A Journey Across the North in Winter
“Winter’s reason for being is to give things an opportunity to make themselves strong enough to resist its ability to kill them.”
― This Land of Snow: A Journey Across the North in Winter
― This Land of Snow: A Journey Across the North in Winter
“When on clear cold days you are skiing across a vast expanse of white emptiness and the air seems perfectly still and you almost imagine there is nothing alive on earth except for you, you can sometimes hear wind currents tangling in the upper air. They moan or make soft howling noises, and in so desolate a place they seem to cry out to have meanings attached to them. But these writhing drafts have no meaning. The rest that one poet finds in falling snow is, for another, winter muffling its victims' screams with a pillow.”
― This Land of Snow: A Journey Across the North in Winter
― This Land of Snow: A Journey Across the North in Winter
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“I would not like to live in a world without cathedrals. I need their beauty and grandeur. I need their imperious silence. I need it against the witless bellowing of the barracks yard and the witty chatter of the yes-men. I want to hear the rustling of the organ, this deluge of ethereal notes. I need it against the shrill farce of marches.”
― Night Train to Lisbon
― Night Train to Lisbon
“The melancholy of the antique world seems to me more profound than that of the moderns, all of whom more or less imply that beyond the dark void lies immortality. But for the ancients that ‘black hole’ is infinity itself; their dreams loom and vanish against a background of immutable ebony. No crying out, no convulsions—nothing but the fixity of the pensive gaze.
With the gods gone, and Christ not yet come, there was a unique moment, from Cicero to Marcus Aurelius, when man stood alone. Nowhere else do I find that particular grandeur.”
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With the gods gone, and Christ not yet come, there was a unique moment, from Cicero to Marcus Aurelius, when man stood alone. Nowhere else do I find that particular grandeur.”
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