Men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting f...
Werner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings,bending and vibrating over Zollverein,flying through forests,through cities,through walls.At midnight he and Ju...
Hope is something that can be very dangerous but without it life would be horribly dry. Impossible, even.
Four years of occupation, and the roar of oncoming bombers is the roar of what? Deliverance? Extirpation? The clack-clack of small-arms fire. The gravelly snare drums of flak. A dozen pigeons roosting...
A una chica la han echado hoy de la piscina. A inge Hachmann. Nos han dicho que no podemos nadar con mestizas, que es poco higiénico. Una mestiza, Werner. ¿No somos nosotro stamibén mestizos? ¿La mita...
That winter arrived immediately, all at once -- you could watch it come. Twin curtains of white appeared in the north, white all the way to the sky, driving south like the end of all things. They drov...
We are a volley of bullets, we are cannonballs.
Не лъжи, Вернер. Залъгвай се, но не ме лъжи
De entre todas las cosas que he visto en la vida, creo que el mar es mi favorita.A veces me descubro mirándolo y me olvido completamente de mis obligaciones. Es lo bastante grande como para contener e...
The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane. The
A one-armed bunk master sets forth rules in a belligerent torrent. This is your parade uniform, this is your field uniform, this is your gym uniform. Suspenders crossed in the back, parallel in the fr...
— É certo — pergunta Jutta — fazer algo apenas porque todas as outras pessoas estão fazendo?
By a moving reef? A gigantic horned narwhal? A mythical kraken? But I am letting myself be carried away by reveries which I must now put aside, writes Aronnax. Enough of these phantasies. All day Mari...
Feel this, says Harold Bazin, and crouches and brings her hand to a curved wall which is completely studded with snails. Hundreds of them. Thousands.So many, she whispers.I don’t know why. Maybe becau...
The house seems the material equivalent of her uncle’s inner being: apprehensive, isolated, but full of cobwebby wonders. In
All the next day the pleasure of his success lingers in Werner's blood, the memory of how it seemed almost holy to him to walk beside big Volkheimer back to the castle, down through the frozen trees,...
It's as if the city has become a library of books in an unknown language, the houses great shelves of illegible volumes, the lamps all extinguished.
And one cold Tuesday in December, when Marie-Laure has been blind for over a year, her father walks her up rue Cuvier to the edge of the Jardin des Plantes.Here, ma chérie, is the path we take every m...
He feels ragged. For weeks logic has been failing him. The stone the museum has asked him to protect is not real. If it were, the museum would have sent men already to collect it. Why then, when he pu...
All morning I lay down sentences, erase them, and try new ones. Soon enough, when things go well, the world around me dwindles: the sky out the window, the furious calm of the big umbrella pine ten fe...
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