Helena

“Come on, paw me as hard as you like. There's nothing but my soul in my chest.”
― Alexander Solzhenitsyn, One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

“If at first you don't succeed, find out if the loser gets anything.”
― William Lyon Phelps

“Don't you see?" And Shukhov shrugged his
shoulders. "The stars keep falling down, so you've got to have new ones in their place.”
― Alexander Solzhenitsyn, One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

“Heilner went on: "Yes, things were certainly different then. Who knows anything about things like that around here? All these bores and cowards who grind away and work their fingers to the bone and don't realize that there's something higher than the Hebrew alphabet. You're no different."

Hans kept silent. This Heilner fellow certainly was a strange one. A romantic, a poet. As everyone knew, he worked hardly at all and still he knew quite a bit, he knew how to give good answers, and at the same time despised his learning.

“We're reading Homer," he went on in the same mocking tone, "as though the Odyssey were a cookbook. Two verses an hour and then the whole thing is masticated word by word and inspected until you're ready to throw up. But at the end of the hour the professor will say: 'Notice how nicely the poet has turned this phrase! This has afforded you an insight into the secret of poetic creativity!' Just like a little icing around the aorists and particles so you won't choke on them completely. I don't have any use for that kind of Homer. Anyway, what does all this old Greek stuff matter to us? If one of us ever tried to live a little like a Greek, he'd be out on his tail. And our room is called 'Hellas'! Pure mockery! Why isn't it called 'wastepaper basket' or 'monkey cage' or 'sweatshop'? All this classical stuff is a big fake.”
― Hermann Hesse, Beneath the Wheel