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She smiles. Unlike my father, she does not want to quash my disobedience. Disobedience, she tells me, is the beginning of free thought.
“While none of the work we do is very important, it is important that we do a great deal of it.”
― Catch-22
― Catch-22
“Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.”
― The Dead
― The Dead
“You’re a full portion of what I don’t like,’ she said. ‘Get out of my way.’ I didn’t move. She didn’t move. We were both sitting down – and not even close to each other.”
― Trouble Is My Business
― Trouble Is My Business
“He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
― The Dead (A Novella)
― The Dead (A Novella)
“Con volontà rozza, animalesca, ma inflessibile le mie dita, callose e storte dalla zappa, per la prima volta ebbero l'opportunità di esprimere, alle querce secolari, la sensibilità di generazioni e generazioni mai educate alla musica. E attraverso le mie dita l'uomo delle caverne, ancora intatto dentro di me, ma sensibile in tutta la sua umanità, incominciava a raddolcirsi con la musica: a scavare dentro di sé e a scoprire che al di là dei suoi campi il mondo non finiva con l'orizzonte e che la miniera delle sue risorse sconfinava da quel cielo che fino allora conosceva.”
― Padre padrone
― Padre padrone
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