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I don’t know who those other people are and what they did to you, but I’m not one of them,” I whispered, on the verge of tears. (Molly) “You are. You just don’t know yet.” (Victor) ↗
#romance #romantic-fantasy #young-adult-fantasy #young-adult-fiction #romantic
Mila este o manifestare a puterii, o reactie de superioritate (un fel de lamentatie indiferenta, rece, care nu schimba cu nimic starea de spirit a celui care o declama), falsa pentru ca nu presupune reflectie, ci doar o constatare care porneste de la diferentierea dintre cel care sufera si cel care proclam mila, cel care se simte sigur pe sine in timp ce seamanul lui se prabuseste. Compasiunea provine semantic in apropiere, empatia sa este reala, bazandu-se pe unitatea dintre cel suferind si cel care isi atribuie fara menajamente suferinta - in timp ce mila este doar o scanare sau o verificare superficiala a diferentierii. Apropierea este, astfel, o modalitate de invatare existentiala, orizontal pentru ca presupune o modestie primara - in timp ce modalitatea verticala ar fi ruperea de tiparul «chipului si asemanrii», egoismul brut al celui care refuza alteritatea, preferand inchiderea de sine, fara scuza expansivitatii. Mila ar fi expresia deghizata al unui nihilism, care imparte lumea intre puternici si «dezavantajati» sau, dup amodelul romantic, intre subiect si «ceilalti», unde ultimul termen este anonim, lipsit de chip si tinde spre vid. «Cele mai bune intentii» sunt enuntate sub masca milei (poate chiar prin mijloace pecuniare), dar ele nu-l pot insela pe cel care isi pune problema din punct de vedere afectiv: cei care sunt adepti ai milei sunt despartiti de realitatea celor suferinzi de un ecran ce le cenzureaza orice participare din interior a atrocitatii. Compasiunea presupune trecerea acestei granite, care te apropie de cel supus traumei, te impinge in chiar spatiul celui «agresat». ↗
[Robert] Newell's recommendation of walking is also interesting: 'The best way undoubtedly of seeing a country is on foot. It is the safest, and most suited to every variety of road; it will often enable you to take a shorter track, and visit scenes (the finest perhaps) not otherwise accessible; it is healthy, and, with a little practice, easy; it is economical: a pedestrian is content with almost any accommodations; he, of all travellers, wants but little, 'Nor wants that little long'. And last, though not least, it is perfectly independent.' Newell cites independence, as do a number of the 'first generation' of Romantic walkers I have already surveyed; more striking are his commendation of walking as the safest option, which reflects a very altered perception of the security of travel from that which prevailed in the eighteenth century, and his advocacy of the practical and health benefits of pedestrianism, which against suggests its institutionalisation as a form of tourism and its extension to lower reaches of the middle classes. ↗
Having to amuse myself during those earlier years, I read voraciously and widely. Mythic matter and folklore made up much of that reading—retellings of the old stories (Mallory, White, Briggs), anecdotal collections and historical investigations of the stories' backgrounds—and then I stumbled upon the Tolkien books which took me back to Lord Dunsany, William Morris, James Branch Cabell, E.R. Eddison, Mervyn Peake and the like. I was in heaven when Lin Carter began the Unicorn imprint for Ballantine and scoured the other publishers for similar good finds, delighting when I discovered someone like Thomas Burnett Swann, who still remains a favourite. This was before there was such a thing as a fantasy genre, when you'd be lucky to have one fantasy book published in a month, little say the hundreds per year we have now. I also found myself reading Robert E. Howard (the Cormac and Bran mac Morn books were my favourites), Lovecraft, Clark Ashton Smith and finally started reading science fiction after coming across Andre Norton's Huon of the Horn. That book wasn't sf, but when I went to read more by her, I discovered everything else was. So I tried a few and that led me to Clifford Simak, Roger Zelazny and any number of other fine sf writers. These days my reading tastes remain eclectic, as you might know if you've been following my monthly book review column in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. I'm as likely to read Basil Johnston as Stephen King, Jeanette Winterson as Harlan Ellison, Barbara Kingsolver as Patricia McKillip, Andrew Vachss as Parke Godwin—in short, my criteria is that the book must be good; what publisher's slot it fits into makes absolutely no difference to me. ↗
Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them ↗
#antoine-de-saint-exupery #children #philosophy #the-little-prince #children
I've been down by the stream collecting berries. Would you care for some?" I would, actually, but I don't want to relent too soon. I do walk over and look at them. I've never seen this type before. No, I have. But not in the arena. These aren't Rue's berries, although they resemble them. Nor do they match any I learned about in training. I lean down and scoop up a few, rolling them between my fingers. My father's voice comes back to me. "Not these, Katniss. Never these. They're nightlock. You'll be dead before they reach your stomach." Just then the cannon fires. I whip around, expecting Peeta to collapseto the ground, but he only raises his eyebrows. The hoovercraft appears a hundred metres or so away.What's left of Foxface's emaciated body is lifted into the air. ↗
I mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis - is there anyone around who doesn't want to study or kill me?" Floote raised a tentative hand. "Ah, yes, thank you, Floote." "There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam," he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize. "I notice you don't mention my fair-weather husband." "I suspect, at this moment, madam, he probably wants to kill you." Alexia couldn't help smiling. "Good point. ↗
