You want to know? What it’s like? To prop up the dam? To keep your fingers plugged in its cracks? To feel like every single breath that passes is another betrayal, another step farther away from what...
Hope is something that can be very dangerous but without it life would be horribly dry. Impossible, even.
Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever. He
O take me, take me up into the ranks so that I do not die a common death! I do not want to die in vain, what I want is to fall on the sacrificial mound.
He and Werner eat their first meal in their starchy new uniforms at a long wooden table in the refectory. Some boys talk in whispers, some sit alone, some gulp food as if they have not eaten in days....
German frequencies. Radio: it ties a million ears to a single mouth. Out of loudspeakers all around Zollverein, the staccato voice of the Reich grows like some imperturbable tree; its subjects lean to...
Home of mice and damp and the stink of stranded shellfish, as if a huge tide swept in decades ago and took its time draining away. Marie-Laure hesitates over the open door, smelling the fires from out...
Weapons, an eccentric’s beekeeping equipment. Then a wine cellar. Then a handyman’s nook. Atelier de
Every day, on his right and left, another soul escapes toward the sky, and it sounds to him as if he can hear faraway music, as if a door has been shut on a grand old radio and he can listen only by p...
Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever. The Blade and the Whelk The Hôtel-Dieu dining room is big and somber and full of people talking about U-boats off Gibraltar and...
It would not have been possible for us to take power or to use it in the ways we have without the radio. —Joseph Goebbels
Raised dots form letters, the letters words, the words a world.
I think, Werner says, feeling as though some cupboard in the sky has just opened, we just found a radio.
Every process must by law decay.
This is a double cruelty: that everything else keeps living, that the spinning earth does not pause for even an instant in its trip around the sun.
And at the Napola school at Schulpforta, one hundred and nineteen twelve- and thirteen-year-olds wait in a queue behind a truck to be handed thirty-pound antitank land mines, boys who, in almost exact...
Wednesdays. You will strip away
O tempo é algo escorregadio: segure com firmeza, ou seu encadeamento pode escoar de suas mãos para sempre.
Wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colorful birds in the face of the seismic, engulfing indifference of the world—what pretensions...
Из затянутых паутиной дней в воскресной школе звучат ветхозаветные слова: «У саранчи нет царя, но выступает вся она стройно».
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