Maybe living was no more than getting swept over a riverbed and eventually out to sea, no choices to make, only the vast, formless ocean ahead, the frothing waves, the lightless tomb of its depths.
Maybe his body is giving up. If he does not eat, he understands, he will die. But when he does eat, he fells as if he will die.
Lord Our God Your Grace is a purifying fire.
La lógica, la razón y la ciencia pura son las tres vías apropiadas, insiste Aronnax, para aproximarse al misterio.
Jules Verne: Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.
Jules Verne: Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth. Etienne
It is right to do something only because everyone else is doing it?
Into the stillness come the voices of his masters, echoing from one side of his head while memory speaks from the other.
He blinks; he has to swallow back tears.
Everyone should behave as if he carries the real thing.
Color—that’s another thing people don’t expect. In her imagination, in her dreams, everything has color. The museum buildings are beige, chestnut, hazel. Its scientists are lilac and lemon yellow and...
And the skies: in one day the sky could travel from green at dawn to a noon-time blue so severe it was almost black to hot silver in the afternoon to roiling burgundy at sunset. Just before night it f...
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I've been getting into Nick Drake lately, the folk singer. Sad, gorgeous stuff.
Whispers Neumann One. His right thigh jogs up and down
Vitrine. Upstairs his wife runs a vacuum cleaner; he can
Turn
The voice seems to echo in the architecture of his head
Stirs the fire below them with a steel pole; a
Should be a wall, her hands find