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“Images have their way of dissolving and then abruptly returning, pulling along the joy and pain attached to them like tin cans rattling from the back of an old-fashioned wedding vehicle.”
― M Train
― M Train
“All memory is individual, unreproducible - it dies with each person. What is called collective memory is not a remembering but a stipulating: that this is important, and this is the story about how it happened, with the pictures that lock the story in our minds.”
― Regarding the Pain of Others
― Regarding the Pain of Others
“We" - this "we" is everyone who has never experienced anything like what they went through - don't understand. We don't get it. We truly can't imagine what it was like. We can't imagine how dreadful, how terrifying war is; and how normal it becomes. Can't understand, can't imagine. That's what every soldier, and every journalist and aid worker and independent observer who has put in time under fire, and had the luck to elude the death that struck down others nearby, stubbornly feels. And they are right.”
― Regarding the Pain of Others
― Regarding the Pain of Others
“C’est alors que tout a vacillé. La mer a charrié
un souffle épais et ardent. Il m’a semblé que le ciel s’ouvrait sur
toute son étendue pour laisser pleuvoir du feu. Tout mon être
s’est tendu et j’ai crispé ma main sur le revolver. La gâchette a
cédé, j’ai touché le ventre poli de la crosse et c’est là, dans le
bruit à la fois sec et assourdissant, que tout a commencé. J’ai
secoué la sueur et le soleil. J’ai compris que j’avais détruit
l’équilibre du jour, le silence exceptionnel d’une plage où j’avais
été heureux. Alors, j’ai tiré encore quatre fois sur un corps inerte où les balles s’enfonçaient sans qu’il y parût. Et c’était comme
quatre coups brefs que je frappais sur la porte du malheur”
― The Stranger
un souffle épais et ardent. Il m’a semblé que le ciel s’ouvrait sur
toute son étendue pour laisser pleuvoir du feu. Tout mon être
s’est tendu et j’ai crispé ma main sur le revolver. La gâchette a
cédé, j’ai touché le ventre poli de la crosse et c’est là, dans le
bruit à la fois sec et assourdissant, que tout a commencé. J’ai
secoué la sueur et le soleil. J’ai compris que j’avais détruit
l’équilibre du jour, le silence exceptionnel d’une plage où j’avais
été heureux. Alors, j’ai tiré encore quatre fois sur un corps inerte où les balles s’enfonçaient sans qu’il y parût. Et c’était comme
quatre coups brefs que je frappais sur la porte du malheur”
― The Stranger
“To speak of reality becoming a spectacle is a breathtaking provincialism. It universalizes the viewing habits of a small, educated population living in the rich part of the world, where news has been converted into entertainment—that mature style of viewing which is a prime acquisition of "the modern," and a prerequisite for demanding traditional forms of party-based politics that offer real disagreement and debate. It assumes that everyone is a spectator. It suggests, perversely, unseriously, that there is no real suffering in the world. But it is absurd to identify the world with those zones in the well-off countries where people have the dubious privilege of being spectators, or of declining to be spectators, of other people's pain, just as it is absurd to generalize about the ability to respond to the sufferings of others on the basis of the mind-set of those consumers of news who know nothing at first hand about war and massive injustice and terror. There are hundreds of millions of television watchers who are far from inured to what they see on television. They do not have the luxury of patronizing reality.”
― Regarding the Pain of Others
― Regarding the Pain of Others
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