Interchangeable ever were the terms of abuse with which the aggressor discredits those about to be ravaged!
Hell, he finished absurdly. Because— He produced a twenty-peso note and laid it on the table. I like it, he called to them, through the open window, from outside. Cervantes stood behind the bar, with...
For with another part of his mind he felt the encroachment of a chilling fear, eclipsing all other feelings, that the thing they wanted was coming for him alone, before he was ready for it; it was a f...
But who could agree with someone who was so certain you were going to be sober the day after tomorrow?
لا تحصى المزايا التى جلبتها لنا الحضارةولا تعد الطاقة المنتجة لكل انواع الثراء التىأوجدتها ابتكارات العلم واكتشافاته.ولا تتصور الإبداعات الرائعة للجنس الإنسانىمن اجل أن يكون البشر أكثر سعادة،أكثر حرية...
Ronyons
They were the cars at the fair that were whirling around her; no, they were the planets, while the sun stood, burning and spinning and guttering in the centre; here they came again, Mercury, Venus, Ea...
Th soul! Ah, and did she not too have her savage and traitorous Tlaxcalans, her Cortés and her noches tristes, and, sitting within her innermost citadel in chains, drinking chocolate, her pale Moctezu...
Somebody threw a dead dog after him down the ravine.
Nothing is altered and in spite of God’s mercy I am still alone. Though my suffering seems senseless I am still in agony. There is no explanation of my life. Indeed there was not, nor was this what he...
My lover. Oh come to me again as once in May.
Meantime do you see me as still working on the book, still trying to answer such questions as: Is there any ultimate reality, external, conscious and ever-present etc. etc. that can be realised by any...
Love is the only thing which gives meaning to our poor ways on earth
It's amazing when you come to think of it how the human spirit seems to blossom in the shadow of the abattoir!
How, unless you drink as I do, could you hope to understand the beauty of an old Indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken?
For the Love of DyingThe tortures of hell are stern, their fires burn fiercely.Yet vultures turn against the air more beautifullythan seagulls float downwind in cool sunlight,or fans in asylums spin a...
Ah, the harbour bells of Cambridge! Whose fountains in moonlight and closed courts and cloisters, whose enduring beauty in its virtuous remote self-assurance, seemed part, less of the loud mosaic of o...
Perhaps his tragedy is that he is the only normal writer left on earth -- and it is this that adds to his isolation and so too his so sense of guilt.
The more even sounds of the bus wove into Hugh's brain an idiotic syllogism: I am losing the Battle of the Ebro, I am also losing Yvonne, therefore Yvonne is...
SCARED TO DEATH In Arizona, a 1000-acre forest of junipers suddenly withered and died. Foresters are unable to explain it, but the Indians say the trees died of fear but they are not in agreement as t...