miércoles, 24 de septiembre de 2008
sábado, 7 de junio de 2008
Serenidad - Herman Hesse
"Antes, cuando me sentía confuso e incapaz de tomar una decisión, recurría a otras personas en busca de consejo; hoy he descubierto que las respuestas generalmente están dentro de mí.
Ahora, cuando me hallo desorientado, busco el retiro y en la elocuencia del silencio aguardo la respuesta. Y la respuesta llega."
Ahora, cuando me hallo desorientado, busco el retiro y en la elocuencia del silencio aguardo la respuesta. Y la respuesta llega."
sábado, 22 de marzo de 2008
GREAT EXPECTATIONS - Naturally wise
"Whatever I acquired, I tried to impart to Joe. This statement sounds so well that I cannot in my conscience let it pass un-explained. I wanted to make Joe less ignorant and common, that he might be worthier of my society [...].
The old Battery out on the marshes was our place of study and a broken slate and a short piece of slate pencil were our educational implements: to which Joe always added a pipe of tobacco. I never knew Joe to remember anything from one Sunday to another, or to acquire, under my tuition, any piece of information whatever. Yet he would smoke his pipe at the Battery with a far more sagacious air than anywhere else - even with a learned air - as if he considered himself to be advancing immensely. Dear fellow, I hope he did."
Charles Dickens
The old Battery out on the marshes was our place of study and a broken slate and a short piece of slate pencil were our educational implements: to which Joe always added a pipe of tobacco. I never knew Joe to remember anything from one Sunday to another, or to acquire, under my tuition, any piece of information whatever. Yet he would smoke his pipe at the Battery with a far more sagacious air than anywhere else - even with a learned air - as if he considered himself to be advancing immensely. Dear fellow, I hope he did."
Charles Dickens
GREAT EXPECTATIONS - Narrow existence
"It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home. There may be black ingratitude in the thing, and the punishment may be retributive and well deserved; but, that it is a miserable thing, I can testify.
Home had never been a very pleasant place to me, because of my sister´s temper.[...].I had believed in the best parlour as a most elegant saloon; I had believed in the front door, as a mysterious portal of the Temple of State whose solemn opening was attended with a sacrifice of roast fowls; I had believed in the kitchen as a chaste though not magnificent apartment; I had believed in the forge as the glowing road to manhood and independence. Within a single year, all this was changed. Now, it was all coarse and common [...].
How much of my ungracious condition of mind may have been my own fault, how much Miss Havisham´s, how much my sister´s, is now of no moment to me or to any one. The change was made in me; the thing was done. Well or ill done, excusably or inexcusably, it was done.
There have been occasions in my later life (I suppose as in most lives) when I have felt for a time as if a thick curtain had fallen on all its interests and romance, to shut me out from anything save dull endurance any more.[...]
What I wanted, who can say? How can I say, when I never knew?[...].
After that, when I went in to supper, the place and the meal would have a more homely look than ever and I would feel more ashamed of home than ever, in my own ungracious breast".
Charles Dickens
Home had never been a very pleasant place to me, because of my sister´s temper.[...].I had believed in the best parlour as a most elegant saloon; I had believed in the front door, as a mysterious portal of the Temple of State whose solemn opening was attended with a sacrifice of roast fowls; I had believed in the kitchen as a chaste though not magnificent apartment; I had believed in the forge as the glowing road to manhood and independence. Within a single year, all this was changed. Now, it was all coarse and common [...].
How much of my ungracious condition of mind may have been my own fault, how much Miss Havisham´s, how much my sister´s, is now of no moment to me or to any one. The change was made in me; the thing was done. Well or ill done, excusably or inexcusably, it was done.
There have been occasions in my later life (I suppose as in most lives) when I have felt for a time as if a thick curtain had fallen on all its interests and romance, to shut me out from anything save dull endurance any more.[...]
What I wanted, who can say? How can I say, when I never knew?[...].
After that, when I went in to supper, the place and the meal would have a more homely look than ever and I would feel more ashamed of home than ever, in my own ungracious breast".
Charles Dickens
viernes, 29 de febrero de 2008
domingo, 24 de febrero de 2008
PAULINE - George Sand
"Pauline fit un douloureux retour sur elle-même; elle se demanda à quoi, en effet, servaient tous ces merveilleux ouvrages de broderie qui remplissaient ses longues heures de silence et de solitude, et qui n'occupaient ni sa pensée, ni son coeur. Elle fut effrayée de tant de belles années perdues, et il lui sembla que'elle avait fait de sus plus nobles facultés, comme de son temps le plus précieux, una usage stupide, presque impie."
jueves, 21 de febrero de 2008
MISTER PIP - Lloyd Jones
El libro esta bien, pero no me ha entusiasmado. Demasiada tesis doctoral sobre Charles Dickens de golpe :).
Es impactante el capitulo en el que los hechos mas dramaticos de la historia se narran con una naturalidad que transforma su bestialidad en un acostumbrado mal augurio. Tras leerlo te sientes mucho mas cercana a miles de emigrantes que con gran probabilidad han vivido historias paralelas pero a las que los europeos no llegamos a escuchar tanto como debieramos.
Lo que menos me convence es el machaque continuo sobre Charles Dickens, sobre todo, en las ultimas paginas.
Por otro lado, el final es bonito - la voz que nos promete intentar ser el "testigo de Dios" donde los demas fallaron.
Otra idea interesante es la de la literatura con un fin, no por el mero embellecimiento, sino vista como medio de accion social.
Es impactante el capitulo en el que los hechos mas dramaticos de la historia se narran con una naturalidad que transforma su bestialidad en un acostumbrado mal augurio. Tras leerlo te sientes mucho mas cercana a miles de emigrantes que con gran probabilidad han vivido historias paralelas pero a las que los europeos no llegamos a escuchar tanto como debieramos.
Lo que menos me convence es el machaque continuo sobre Charles Dickens, sobre todo, en las ultimas paginas.
Por otro lado, el final es bonito - la voz que nos promete intentar ser el "testigo de Dios" donde los demas fallaron.
Otra idea interesante es la de la literatura con un fin, no por el mero embellecimiento, sino vista como medio de accion social.
martes, 19 de febrero de 2008
Honestidad
"Estais luchando por la verdad y por eso, estais solos. Pero eso mismo, os hace fuertes, ..., somos la gente mas fuerte del mundo,..., y los fuertes tienen que aprender a estar solos!" Henrik Ibsen
jueves, 10 de enero de 2008
Que razon tiene siempre!
"I have very simple tastes. I am always satisfied with the best." Oscar Wilde
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