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Un exemple remarquable de la pluralité des sens nous est fourni par l’interprétation des caractères idéographiques qui constituent l’écriture chinoise : toutes les significations dont ces caractères sont susceptibles peuvent se grouper autour de trois principales, qui correspondent aux trois degrés fondamentaux de la connaissance, et dont la première est d’ordre sensible, la seconde d’ordre rationnel, et la troisième d’ordre intellectuel pur ou métaphysique, ainsi, pour nous borner à un cas très simple, un même caractère pourra être employé analogiquement pour désigner à la fois le soleil, la lumière et la vérité, la nature du contexte permettant seule de reconnaître, pour chaque application, quelle est celle de ces acceptions qu’il convient d’adopter, d’où les multiples erreurs des traducteurs occidentaux. ↗
It occurred to Raule that all children were monsters in the world and were instinctively aware of it. They were reminded of their anomalous nature by adults, whom they failed to resemble, and with whose habitations and tools their bodies were at odds. This was surely why the little girl played with the sequins so solemnly and with such intense concentration. She was doing nothing less than conjuring, out of pattern and colour, a world that conformed to her desires and obeyed her will. The boy, on the other hand, showed with the whole attitude of his being that he knew there was only the one world and he would kill it if he could. ↗
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Was it the act of giving birth that made you a mother? Did you lose that label when you relinquished your child? If people were measured by their deeds, on the one hand, I had a woman who had chosen to give me up; on the other, I had a woman who'd sat up with me at night when I was sick as a child, who'd cried with me over boyfriends, who'd clapped fiercely at my law school graduation. Which acts made you more of a mother? Both, I realized. Being a parent wasn't just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life. ↗
The job of every generation is to discover the flaws of the one that came before it. That's part of growing up, figuring out all the ways your parents and their friends are broken. ↗
And when you try to live there, to live in a place where you're betraying yourself over and over, not only do you grow to resent the hell out of it, and resent the hell out of whomever you're betraying and censoring yourself for, but the very idea of your self begins slowly and inexorably to erode. Until you realize one day out of the clear blue that you have no idea who your self is, anymore. ↗
Ah, sweetie. If the poets couldn’t unriddle them, then you certainly can’t. Be kind, and keep your ears on offer if she wants to talk. But you can’t draw out the strangeness, Edgar. It’s not a poison. ↗
But how are you going to get out, into the world of other people? That is your problem now, if I may hazard a guess — to find the right relationship, now that you know yourself, between the self that you know and the world outside. It is a difficult problem. No living poet has, I think, altogether solved it. ↗
But if I didn't know Kate, then maybe I didn't know myself-and if was that not-knowing that made my gut clench. Like losing your balance, that whoosh of almost falling, before pulling yourself back in line. ↗
