Thoreau - Walden
Chapter Two: Where I Lived, and What I Lived For
Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself. [...] To be awake is to be alive.
[...]
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to "glorify God and enjoy him forever."
[...]
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb-nail. [
[....]
We do not ride on the railroad; it rides upon us.
[...]
Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mosquito's wing that falls on the rails. Let us rise early and fast, or break fast, gently and without perturbation; let company come and let company go, let the bells ring and the children cry — determined to make a day of it. Why should we knock under and go with the stream? [...] If the engine whistles, let it whistle till it is hoarse for its pains. If the bell rings, why should we run? We will consider what kind of music they are like. Let us settle ourselves, and work and wedge our feet downward through the mud and slush of opinion, and prejudice, and tradition, and delusion, and appearance, that alluvion which covers the globe, through Paris and London, through New York and Boston and Concord, through Church and State, through poetry and philosophy and religion, till we come to a hard bottom and rocks in place, which we can call reality, and say, This is, and no mistake [....] Be it life or death, we crave only reality.
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Walden
or, Life in the Woods
by
Henry David Thoreau
Chapter One - Economy
At the present day [~1845], and in this country [US], as I find by my own experience, a few implements, a knife, an axe, a spade, a wheelbarrow, etc. and for the studious, lamplight, stationery, and acces to a few books, rank next to necessaries, and can all be obtained at a trifling cost. Yet some, not wise, go to the other side of the globe, to barbarous and unhealthy regions, and devote themselves to trade for ten or twenty years, in order that they may live -- that is, keep comfortably warm --- and die in New England at last. The luxuriously rich are not simply kept comfortably warm, but unnaturally hot; as I implied before, they are cooked, of course a la mode.or, Life in the Woods
by
Henry David Thoreau
Chapter One - Economy
[...]
With respect to luxuries and comforts, the wisest have ever lived a more simple and meager life than the poor.
[...]
To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live acccording to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity and trust. It is to solve some of the problems of live, no only theoretically, but practically.
p. 10
While civilization has been improving our houses, it has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them. It has created palaces, bt it was not so easy to create noblemen and kings.
p. 19
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"Oh, God, God, God, God ..." the Savage kept repeating to himself. In the chaos of grief and remorse that filled his mind it was the one articulate word. "God!" he whispered aloud." God..."
p.250, Reclam Ausgabe
"O brave new world, O brave new world..." In his mind the singing words seemed to change their tone. They had mocked him through his misery and remorse, mocked him with how hideous a note of cynical derision! Fiendishly laughing, they had insisted on the low squalor, the nauseous ugliness of the nightmare. Now, suddenly, they trumpeted a call to arms. "O brave new wordl!" Miranda was proclaiming the possibility of loveliness, the possibility of transforming even the nightmare into something fine and noble. "O brave new world!" It was a challenge, a command.
p.253
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. In want sin."
"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "your're claiming the right to be unhappy."
"All right, then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen to-morrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of ervery kind."
There was a long silence.
"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.
Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. "You're welcome," he said.
p.285f.
So... an einem Tag das ganze Buch gelesen und 17 Fragen beantwortet... das nennt sich Hausaufgaben machen! wer mir jetzt noch sagen kann warum der Typ sich am Ende umbringt ist mein Held des Tages. Anyone?
p.250, Reclam Ausgabe
"O brave new world, O brave new world..." In his mind the singing words seemed to change their tone. They had mocked him through his misery and remorse, mocked him with how hideous a note of cynical derision! Fiendishly laughing, they had insisted on the low squalor, the nauseous ugliness of the nightmare. Now, suddenly, they trumpeted a call to arms. "O brave new wordl!" Miranda was proclaiming the possibility of loveliness, the possibility of transforming even the nightmare into something fine and noble. "O brave new world!" It was a challenge, a command.
p.253
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. In want sin."
"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "your're claiming the right to be unhappy."
"All right, then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen to-morrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of ervery kind."
There was a long silence.
"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.
Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. "You're welcome," he said.
p.285f.
So... an einem Tag das ganze Buch gelesen und 17 Fragen beantwortet... das nennt sich Hausaufgaben machen! wer mir jetzt noch sagen kann warum der Typ sich am Ende umbringt ist mein Held des Tages. Anyone?
Douglas Adams: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Per Anhalter durch die Galaxis)
+ + +
Don't panic.
+ + +
Life...don't talk to me about Life.
~ Marvin the robot
+ + +
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
~ The dolphin's farewell message to humanity
+ + +
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.
+ + +
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
+ + +
It is known that there is an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the product of a deranged imagination.
+ + +
Arthur remained very worried.
"But can we trust him?" he said.
"Myself I'd trust him to the end of the Earth," said Ford.
"Oh yes," said Arthur, "and how far's that?"
"About twelve minutes away," said Ford, "come on, I need a drink."
[...]
"This must be Thursday," said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer, "I never could get the hang of Thursdays."
+ + +
"You'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasantly like being drunk."
"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?"
"You ask a glass of water."
+ + +
"You know," said Arthur, "it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space, that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young."
"Why, what did she tell you?"
"I don't know, I didn't listen."
+ + +
"Alright," said Deep Thought. "The Answer to the Great Question..."
"Yes ...!"
"Of Life, the Universe, and Everything ..." said Deep Thought.
"Yes ...!"
"Is ..." said Deep Thought, and paused.
"Yes ...!"
"Is ..."
"Yes ...!!!...?"
"Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.
+ + +
+ + +
Don't panic.
+ + +
Life...don't talk to me about Life.
~ Marvin the robot
+ + +
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
~ The dolphin's farewell message to humanity
+ + +
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.
+ + +
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
+ + +
It is known that there is an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the product of a deranged imagination.
+ + +
Arthur remained very worried.
"But can we trust him?" he said.
"Myself I'd trust him to the end of the Earth," said Ford.
"Oh yes," said Arthur, "and how far's that?"
"About twelve minutes away," said Ford, "come on, I need a drink."
[...]
"This must be Thursday," said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer, "I never could get the hang of Thursdays."
+ + +
"You'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasantly like being drunk."
"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?"
"You ask a glass of water."
+ + +
"You know," said Arthur, "it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space, that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young."
"Why, what did she tell you?"
"I don't know, I didn't listen."
+ + +
"Alright," said Deep Thought. "The Answer to the Great Question..."
"Yes ...!"
"Of Life, the Universe, and Everything ..." said Deep Thought.
"Yes ...!"
"Is ..." said Deep Thought, and paused.
"Yes ...!"
"Is ..."
"Yes ...!!!...?"
"Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.
+ + +
"Curse you for not showing yourself sooner! Course you! You could have helped us! You could have - " Murtagh seemed to choke on his tongue for a moment.
- Brisingr, page 731
... and I still love and pity Murtagh... poor guy!
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.
ROMEO
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
ROMEO
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
loool... irgenwie lustig *gg* Joa, bin jetzt jedenfalls durch *stolz* Hab Romeo and Juliet in einem Zug durchgelesen, wenn auch auf mehrere Abende verteilt (so gesehen wahrscheinlich doch nicht in einem Zug, aber letztes mal als ichs versucht hab hab ich nach einer szene aufgehört^^)... war auch gar net sooo schwer zu lesen, ich habs eigentlich voll gut verstanden, hat irgendwie spaß gemacht. Ich mach dann mal mit Macbeth weiter ;-)
Aber iwie hab ich das Gefühl Shakespear war ganz schön versaut... das ganze Stück besteht ja fast nur aus sexuellen Anspielungen^^ Mercutio... pfff^^
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
ROMEO
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
loool... irgenwie lustig *gg* Joa, bin jetzt jedenfalls durch *stolz* Hab Romeo and Juliet in einem Zug durchgelesen, wenn auch auf mehrere Abende verteilt (so gesehen wahrscheinlich doch nicht in einem Zug, aber letztes mal als ichs versucht hab hab ich nach einer szene aufgehört^^)... war auch gar net sooo schwer zu lesen, ich habs eigentlich voll gut verstanden, hat irgendwie spaß gemacht. Ich mach dann mal mit Macbeth weiter ;-)
Aber iwie hab ich das Gefühl Shakespear war ganz schön versaut... das ganze Stück besteht ja fast nur aus sexuellen Anspielungen^^ Mercutio... pfff^^
Aber mitten auf einem Volksfest auf einem kreisenden Karussell lächelt ein Kind einen Augenblick lang und sein Lächeln ist wie die Sonne die gleichzeitig schwindet und naht.
Jacques Prévert
The true genious shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be."
- Edgar Allan Poe
Ich glaub fast das erklärt, warum ich an einem Tag zwei Seiten am Stück schreibe und am nächsten gar nix... Entweder es kommt was oder es kommt nix... und dann versuch ich's besser gar ncht erst weiter, sondern poste stattdessen irgendwelches Zeug, das höchstwahrscheinlich eh keiner lesen wird. *lach*
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I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
- Virginia Woolf
Leicht makaber, aber irgendwie ist da was dran... ;-)
- Edgar Allan Poe
Ich glaub fast das erklärt, warum ich an einem Tag zwei Seiten am Stück schreibe und am nächsten gar nix... Entweder es kommt was oder es kommt nix... und dann versuch ich's besser gar ncht erst weiter, sondern poste stattdessen irgendwelches Zeug, das höchstwahrscheinlich eh keiner lesen wird. *lach*
Aber mir gefällt dieses "Daily Literary Quote" Dingsbums von igoogle. ;-)
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
- Virginia Woolf
Leicht makaber, aber irgendwie ist da was dran... ;-)