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“—Porque es antiguo; ésta es la razón principal. Aquí las cosas antiguas no nos son útiles.
—¿Aunque sean bellas?
—Especialmente cuando son bellas. La belleza ejerce una atracción, y nosotros no queremos que la gente se sienta atraída por cosas antiguas. Queremos que les gusten las nuevas.”
― Brave New World
—¿Aunque sean bellas?
—Especialmente cuando son bellas. La belleza ejerce una atracción, y nosotros no queremos que la gente se sienta atraída por cosas antiguas. Queremos que les gusten las nuevas.”
― Brave New World
“La muerte no es esa Parca armada con una guadaña [ ... ] la muerte es el viento del norte, las nubes llenas de nieve capaces de enterrar vivo todo lo que respira. Es el frío que quema los pulmones y rompe los huesos, que te hace trizas el ánimo.”
― Todo lo que cabe en los bolsillos
― Todo lo que cabe en los bolsillos
“What is given may be taken away, at any time. Cruelty and devastation wait for you around corners, inside coffers, behind doors: they can leap out at you at any time, like a thief or brigand. The trick is never to let down your guard. Never think you are safe. Never take for granted that your children's hearts beat, that they sup milk, that they draw breath, that they walk and speak and smile and argue and play. Never for a moment forget they may be gone, snatched from you, in the blink of an eye, borne away from you like thistledown.”
― Hamnet
― Hamnet
“No, el verdadero problema es: <<¿Por qué no puedo hablar?>> O, ya que en realidad sé perfectamente por qué, la pregunta adecuada es ¿qué sensación experimentaría si pudiera, si fuese libre, si no me hallara esclavizado por mi condicionamiento?”
― Brave New World
― Brave New World
“She, like all mothers, constantly casts out her thoughts, like fishing lines, towards her children, reminding herself of where they are, what they are doing, how they fare. From habit, while she sits there near the fireplace, some part of her mind is tabulating them and their whereabouts: Judith, upstairs. Susanna, next door. And Hamnet? Her unconscious mind casts, again and again, puzzled by the lack of bite, by the answer she keeps giving it: he is dead, he is gone. And Hamnet? The mind will ask again. At school, at play, out at the river? And Hamnet? And Hamnet? Where is he? Here, she tries to tell herself. Cold and lifeless, on this board, right in front of you. Look, here, see. And Hamnet? Where is”
― Hamnet
― Hamnet
Noemi’s 2025 Year in Books
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