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John Williams

  • Lunaцитирует9 месяцев назад
    When he was much older, he was to look back upon his last two undergraduate years as if they were an unreal time that belonged to someone else, a time that passed, not in the regular flow to which he was used, but in fits and starts. One moment was juxtaposed against another, yet isolated from it, and he had the feeling that he was removed from time, watching as it passed before him like a great unevenly turned diorama.
  • Lunaцитирует9 месяцев назад
    In the University library he wandered through the stacks, among the thousands of books, inhaling the musty odor of leather, cloth, and drying page as if it were an exotic incense.

    Sometimes he would pause, remove a volume from the shelves, and hold it for a moment in his large hands, which tingled at the still unfamiliar feel of spine and board and unresisting page. Then he would leaf through the book, reading a paragraph here and there, his stiff fingers careful as they turned the pages, as if in their clumsiness they might tear and destroy what they took such pains to uncover.
  • Lunaцитирует9 месяцев назад
    Sometimes, immersed in his books, there would come to him the awareness of all that he did not know, of all that he had not read; and the serenity for which he labored was shattered as he realized the little time he had in life to read so much, to learn what he had to know.
  • Lunaцитирует9 месяцев назад
    Because you'd always expect the world to be something it wasn't, something it had no wish to be.
  • Lunaцитирует9 месяцев назад
    A war doesn't merely kill off a few thousand or a few hundred thousand young men. It kills off something in a people that can never be brought back.
  • Lunaцитирует9 месяцев назад
    You must remember what you are and what you have chosen to become, and the significance of what you are doing. There are wars and defeats and victories of the human race that are not military and that are not recorded in the annals of history. Remember that while you're trying to decide what to do
  • Lunaцитирует9 месяцев назад
    But it was her eyes that caught and held him, as they had done the day before.
  • Lunaцитирует9 месяцев назад
    And when it was over, he felt that they were strangers in a way that he had not thought they would be, and he knew that he was in love.
  • Lunaцитирует9 месяцев назад
    Like many men who consider their success incomplete, he was extraordinarily vain and consumed with a sense of his own importance. Every ten or fifteen minutes he removed a large gold watch from his vest pocket, looked at it, and nodded to himself.
  • Lunaцитирует9 месяцев назад
    love as an absolute state of being to which, if one were lucky, one might find access; in his maturity he had decided it was the heaven of a false religion, toward which one ought to gaze with an amused disbelief, a gently familiar contempt, and an embarrassed nostalgia. Now in his middle age he began to know that it was neither a state of grace nor an illusion; he saw it as a human act of becoming, a condition that was invented and modified moment by moment and day by day, by the will and the intelligence and the heart.
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