Eng Quotes

All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.

For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.

Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.

The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man

To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.

Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of it.

Are all of us the same, I wonder, navigating our lives by interpreting the silences between words spoken, analysing the returning echoes of our memory in order to chart the terrain, in order to make sense of the world around us?

Anything beautiful should be given a name, do you not agree?

That point in time just as the last leaf is about to drop, as the remaining petal is about to fall; that moment captures everything beautiful and sorrowful about life. Mono no aware, the Japanese call it.

Die while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be.

The mind forgets, but the heart will always remember. And what is the heart's memory but love itself?

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.

We were like two moths around a candle, I thought, circling closer and closer to the flame, waiting to see whose wings would catch fire first.

A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.

Moments in time when the world is changing bring out the best and the worst in people.

It begins to rain softly, raising goose-pimples on the pond’s skin.

Before me lies a voyage of a million miles, and my memory is the moonlight I will borrow to illuminate my way.

Feel your body expanding as you breathe: that is where we live, in the moments between each inhalation and exhalation.

I will dance to the music of words, for one more time.

Wer die Enge seiner Heimat begreifen will, der reise. Wer die Enge seiner Zeit ermessen will, studiere Geschichte.

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts wir trinken dich mittags und morgens wir trinken dich abends wir trinken und trinken ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete dein aschenes Haar Sulamith er spielt mit den Schlangen Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng

Some element in the air between us changed, as though a wind that had been blowing gently had come to an abrupt stillness.

The tree of life is already doomed from the moment it is planted.

Time did not exist; I had no idea of how many minutes had passed. And what was time but merely a wind that never stopped?

I had loaded another weight onto his suffering and it hurt me to understand that while one person can never really share the pain of another, they can so easily and so heedlessly add to it.

I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void. Once I lose all ability to communicate with the world outside myself, nothing will be left but what I remember. My memories will be like a sandbar, cut off from the shore by the incoming tide. In time they will become submerged, inaccessible to me. The prospect terrified me. For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.

The mind forgets, but the heart will always remember. And what is the heart’s memory but love itself?

Duty is a concept created by emperors and generals to deceive us into performing their will. Be wary when duty speaks, for it often masks the voice of others.

A garden is composed of a variety of clocks, Aritomo had once told me. Some of them run faster than the others, and some of them move slower than wee can ever perceive. I only understood this fully long after I had been his apprentice.

He's going on and on, and I can't be bothered. I just can't be fuckin well arsed saying something like: Solaris shites all over 2001, and then listening to him arguing vehemently against it. Or, alternatively, waiting for him to say it, and then being expected to argue engingly, as if to agree, even if we do, is a sign that we're effete proofs. I can't be bothered with it and I can't even be bothered to tell him that I can'be be bothered.

It was odd how Aritomo's life seemed to glance off mine; we were like two leaves falling from a tree, touching each other now and again as they spiraled to the forest floor.

Was this part of the process of growing up, that we finally noticed the people closest to us in a different, clearer light?

I realize that there are fragments of my life that I do not want to lose, if only because I still have not found the knot to tie them up with.

LV ”Nākt uz skolu ir tas pats, kas piespiedu kārtā tikt deportētam uz svešu planētu – katru dienu.” ENG "Coming to school is the same as to be forcibly deported to an alien planet - every day.

Never meet a person’s anger directly. Deflect, distract him, even agree with him. Unbalance his mind, and you can lead him anywhere you want.

The world goes by, the young and the hopeful, all head for their future. Where does that leave us? There is a misconception that we have reached our destinations the moment we grow old, but it is not a well-accepted fact that we are still travelling towards those destinations, still beyond our reach even on the day we close our eyes for the final time.

I hope you make it through law school still feeling like you do.' 'Why wouldn't I?' I asked him. And he answered, 'Sometimes you start off going one way and you eng up going another way and you don't know how it happened.

Engang kom han med skjorten åpen og han var tykt lodden på brystet. Det er som en eng å lægge sig i! tænkte jeg, for jeg var så ung. Jeg kysset ham nogen ganger, det er på det jeg vet at jeg aldrig har oplevet noget lignende.

As with all the principles of aikijutsu, you do not meet the force of the strike head-on. You parry, you step to the side to avoid the blow, your redirect the force and unbalance your opponent. It is the same with the ken, the sword. These principles apply to you daily life as well. Never meet a person’s anger directly. Deflect, distract him, even agree with him. Unbalance his mind, and you can lead him anywhere you want.

Suffering happens when we expect life to be something more and different than what it is in the present moment. When we let go of all expectations, there is peace.

The young have hopes and dreams, while the old hold the remains of them in their hands and wonder what has happened to their lives.

The origins of the word 'anger' were tied closely to physical suffering. 'Anger' was first an 'affliction', as meant by the Old Icelandic angr, and then a 'painful, cruel, narrow' state, as meant by the Old English enge, which in term came from the Latin angor, which meant 'strangling, anguish, distress'. Anger was a chokehold. Anger did not empower you. It sat on your chest; it squeezed your ribs until you felt trapped, suffocated, out of options. Anger simmered, then exploded. Anger was constriction, and the consequent rage a desperate attempt to breathe.

Auch er stieg funkelnd empor im größten und schrecklichsten Feuer, das Buchheim je heimgesucht hatte. Er, der Brandstifter und Zündfunke, flog hinauf, um dort oben ein Stern zu werden und für alle Zeit hinabzustrahlen auf eine Welt, die zu eng war für einen so großen Geist wie ihn.

In the way such things happen in real life, I suspect I'll never see him again. We talked about that once. There was a term in Japanese, he said. Eng. It was both a concept and a word of advice. It meant that anyone you meet may be the most important person in your life. Therefore, that every stranger should be treated as a friend. Loved before it is too late. You never know (he said) in which night your ship is passing.

What made it worse was that we could never truly share such burdens with even those closest to us. In the end, the mistakes were our own, the consequences to be borne by us alone.

Time seems to overlap, like the shadows of leave pressing down on other leave, layer upon layer.

I have come to love you in spite of---" Do I want to be loved in spite of?...Does anyone?

She saw the stubborn set of my face. "I've never felt blessed," I said. "There must be free will to choose. Do you know the poem about the two roads, and the one not taken?" Yes. That has always amused me, because who created the two roads in the first place?" It was a question I had never considered.

Now envy and antipathy, passions irreconcilable in reason, nevertheless in fact may spring conjoined like Chang and Eng in one birth. Is Envy then such a monster? Well, though many an arraigned mortal has in hopes of mitigated penalty pleaded guilty to horrible actions, did anybody ever seriously confess to envy? Something there is in it universally felt to be more shameful than even felonious crime. And not only does everybody disown it, but the better sort are inclined to incredulity when it is in earnest imputed to an intelligent man. But since it's lodgement is in the heart and not the brain, no degree of intellect supplies a guarantee against it.

One question remained to me. “If a higher level of bujutsu involves fighting with the mind, what then is the very highest level?” He closed his eyes for a while, seeing things he would never show me. “That,” he said, “would be never to fight at all.

In return for surrendering to the throw, you are given the gift of flight,’ he said.

…aki a test kényelmének és igényeinek túlságosan enged, lélekben is meglazul, szellemileg is elkövéredik.

There's the satisfaction of Eng-Lang-and-Lit; somebody else has said everything for you, and said it better.

You ever wonder why an East Eng girl like me hasn't got much in the way of family? Well here's the reasons Petra. World War 1. World War 2. Falklands War. Gulf War 1. Gulf War 2 and the War on Drugs. You can take your pick because I've lost whole bloody chunks of my family in all of them.

Er hatte in Vietnam gekämpft und war mehrfach ausgezeichnet worden; er hatte erfolgreich längere Beziehungen zu einigen energischen Frauen vermieden; und jetzt sah er sich von seinem elfjährigen Neffen in die Enge getrieben.

Fantasielose Enge, Intoleranz. Dogmatische Thesen, hohle Begriffe, eigenmächtige Ideale, rigide Systeme. Für mich sind das sehr beängstigende Dinge, die ich von ganzem Herzen verabscheue. Natürlich ist die Frage, was richtig oder falsch ist, von großer Bedeutung. Aber schon ein einziges Fehlurteil kann oft nie wieder rückgängig gemacht werden. Selbst wenn man den Mut hat, den Fehler einzugestehen, ist es hinterher meist zu spät. Engstirnigkeit und Intoleranz sind wie Parasiten. Sie wechseln immer wieder ihren Wirt und ändern ihre Form. Es gibt keine Rettung vor ihnen.

Tori: Zu viele Freunde können anstrengend sein. Es kommt einem einfacher vor, für sich zu bleiben. Kent: Aber Freundschaft bringt auch sehr viele Vorteile mit sich. Tori: Sind Freunde wirklich so wichtig? Kent: Denk doch mal an all die Filme, die du gesehen hast. Die meisten Menschen, denen es gut geht und die glücklich sind, haben Freunde, oder? Oft sind es nur ein oder zwei enge Freunde. Schau dir Darcy und Bingley an. Jane und Elizabeth. Frodo und Sam. Harry, ron und Hermine. Freunde sind wichtig. Der Gegenspieler ist meistens der, der keine Freunde hat. So wie Vodemort.

Die Mode jener Jahre war umständlich und töricht. Die Männer knöpften sich steifleinerne Krägen um die Hälse, enge, überflüssige, unschöne Kleidungsstücke, und umwanden sie mühsam zu schlingenden, zwecklosen Binden, sogenannten Krawatten.

The origins of the word anger were tied closely to physical suffering. Anger was first an ‘affliction’, as meant by the Old Icelandic angr, and then a ‘painful, cruel, narrow’ state, as meant by the Old English enge, which in turn came from the Latin angor, which meant ‘strangling, anguish, distress’. Anger was a chokehold. Anger did not empower you. It sat on your chest; it squeezed your ribs until you felt trapped, suffocated, out of options. Anger simmered, then exploded. Anger was constriction, and the consequent rage a desperate attempt to breathe. And rage, of course, came from madness.

Yes, I could say that I had lived my life, if not to the full then at least almost to the brim. What more could one ask? Rare is the person whose life overflows.

Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.

That night, side by side, we drifted among the galaxies of sea-stars, while far, far above us the asterisks of light marked out the footnotes on the page of eternity.

I suppose memory has at least two faces, and capricious ones at that.

I was you before you were born and you will be me after I am gone. That is the meaning of family.

Anger and sorrow walked with me, joining hands with guilt, the three walls of my prison.

Why has pachinko swept Japan? It can hardly be the excitement of gambling, since the risks and rewards are so small. During the hours spent in front of a pachinko machine, there is an almost total lack of stimulation other than the occasional rush of ball bearings. There is no thought, no movement; you have no control over the flow of balls, apart from holding a little lever which shoots them up to the top of the machine; you sit there enveloped in a cloud of heavy cigarette smoke, semi-dazed by the racket of millions of ball bearings falling through machines around you. Pachinko verges on sensory deprivation. It is the ultimate mental numbing, the final victory of the educational system." - Lost Japan, Eng. vers., 1996

The practice of designing gardens had originated in the temples of China, where the work was done by monks. Gardens were created to approximate the idea of a paradise in the afterlife.

I am certain it has never been easy, growing up as a child of mixed parentage in this place. But that is your strength. Accept the fact that you are different, that you are of two worlds. And I wish you to remember this when you feel you cannot go on: you are used to the duality of life. You have the ability to bring all of life's disparate elements into a cohesive whole. So use it

When you are lost, in this world or on the continent of time itself, remember who you have been and you will know who you are. These people were all you, and you are them. I was you before you were born and you will be me after I am gone. That is the meaning of family.” He

You’ve forgiven the British?” He subsided into his seat. For a while he was silent, his gaze turned inward. “They couldn’t kill me when we were at war. And they couldn’t kill me when I was in the camp,” he said finally, his voice subdued. “But holding on to my hatred for forty-six years . . . that would have killed me.

It is getting dark. In the low mists over the hills, an orange glow broods, as if the trees are on fire. Bats are flooding out from the hundreds of caves that perforate these mountainsides. I watch them plunge into the mists without any hesitation, trusting in the echoes and silences in which they fly. Are all of us the same, I wonder, navigating our lives by interpreting the silences between words spoken, analyzing the returning echoes of our memory in order to chart the terrain, in order to make sense of the world around us?

70,000 to 100,000 births; twins joined at the head occur only once in 2 to 2.5 million births. Siamese twins received their name because of the birthplace (Siam) of Chang and Eng (1811 - 1874) whom P.T. Barnum exhibited across America and Europe. Most cranio pagus Siamese twins die at birth or shortly afterward. So far as we know, not more than 50 attempts had previously been made to separate such twins. Of those, less than ten operations have resulted in two fully normal children. Aside from the skill of the operating surgeons, the success depends largely on how much and what kind of tissue the babies share. Occipital cranio pugus twins (such as the Binders) had never before been separated with both surviving.

Be wary when duty speaks, for it often masks the voice of others. Others who do not have your interests at heart.

I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void.

He stopped, pausing to arrange his words like an ikebana expert with his flowers, shifting, bending, adding, and taking away to achieve the results he desired.

When you are lost in this world, or on the continent of time itself,remember who you have been and you will know who you are

Enlightenment, it is a moment of complete clarity, of pure bliss. At that instant everything will be revealed to you.

Live out the identity of being God’s family. Don’t just pretend that you like the word of God—do what it says!

True devotion to God our Father also banishes the undignified and disgraceful things of the world, keeping them from polluting you.

Judgment helps one to make the appropriate decision at the appropriate moment and diminish the influence of fate.

Then you understand that certain things cannot be stopped, that they must be allowed to proceed, regardless of the consequences?

Complete surrender, but not total abandonment of awareness.

Willkommen in einem kurzen Leben, das beendet werden wird, von Leuten, die dich verzehren werden, danach ausscheiden, ohne dich zu fragen. Sie werden sich nicht erkundigen, ob du vielleicht depressiv bist, in deinem Scheißstall, weil es zu dunkel ist und zu eng, und ob du darum sterben und gefressen werden willst. Sie verfügen über dich, weil sie es so geschrieben haben, in ihren Märchenbüchern, damit sie sagen können: Es steht geschrieben, dass das Tier dem Menschen zu dienen habe und die Frau dem Mann, und das haben sich Männer ausgedacht, die gerne Fleisch fressen und Frauen prügeln, weil es ihnen hilft, mit diesem unwürdigen Leben zurechtzukommen, wo sie doch am Ende in die Hosen machen, da ist es doch ein Moment der Größe, ein Tier töten und das Bein auf seine Brust stellen.

It is beginning." Pak Eng and Laughing Chan and Peter all look at Hock Seng with respect. "You were right." Hock Seng nods impatiently. "I learn." The storm is gathering. The megodonts must do battle. It is their fate. The power sharing of the last coup could never last. The beasts must clash and one will establish final dominance. Hock Seng murmurs a prayer to his ancestors that he will come out of this maelstrom alive.

Wie wahr waren Geschichten, die einem erzählt wurden, und wie wahr die, die ich mir selbst aus Erinnerungen, Vermutungen, Phantasien und heimlich Erlauschtem zusammenreimte? Manchmal wurden erfundene Geschichten im Nachhinein wahr, und manche Geschichten erfanden Wahrheit. Die Wahrheit war eng verwandt mit dem Vergessen, das wusste ich, denn Wörterbücher, Enzyklopädien, Kataloge und andere Nachschlagewerke las ich ja noch. Im griechischen Wort für Wahrheit, aletheia, floss versteckt der Unterwelt-Strom Lethe. Wer das Wasser dieses Flusses trank, legte seine Erinnerungen ab wie zuvor seine sterbliche Hülle und bereitete sich so auf sein Leben im Schattenreich vor. Damit war die Wahrheit das Unvergessene. Aber war es sinnvoll, die Wahrheit ausgerechnet dort zu suchen, wo das Vergessen nicht war? Versteckte sich die Wahrheit nicht mit Vorliebe in den Ritzen und Löchern des Gedächtnisses? Mit Wörtern kam ich auch nicht weiter. (S. 193)

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Bats are flooding out from the hundreds of caves that perforate these mountainsides. I watch them plunge into the mists without any hesitation, trusting in the echoes and silences in which they fly. Are all of us the same, I wonder, navigating our lives by interpreting the silences between words spoken, analyzing the returning echoes of our memory in order to chart the terrain, in order to make sense of the world around us?

I was very fond of strange stories when I was a child. In my village-school days, I used to buy stealthily popular novels and historical recitals. Fearing that my father and my teacher might punish me for this and rob me of these treasures, I carefully hid them in secret places where I could enjoy them unmolested. As I grew older, my love for strange stories became even stronger, and I learned of things stranger than what I had read in my childhood. When I was in my thirties, my memory was full of these stories accumulated through years of eager seeking. l have always admired such writers of the T'ang Dynasty as Tuan Ch'eng-shih [author of the Yu-yang tsa-tsu] and Niu Sheng [author of the Hsuan-kuai lu]. Who wrote short stories so excellent in portrayal of men and description of things. I often had the ambition to write a book (of stories) which might be compared with theirs. But I was too lazy to write, and as my laziness persisted, I gradually forgot most of the stories which I had learned. Now only these few stories, less than a score, have survived and have so successfully battled against my laziness that they are at last written down. Hence this Book of Monsters. I have sometimes laughingly said to myself that it is not I who have found these ghosts and monsters, but they, the monstrosities themselves, which have found me! ... Although my book is called a book or monsters, it is not confined to them: it also records the strange things of the human world and sometimes conveys a little bit of moral lesson.

Aku tidak bisa memberikan apa-apa pada seseorang atau setiap orang lain. Yang dapat kuberikan hanya kepercayaan. Kepercayaan pada diriku sendiri tentu. Kepercayaan akan hidupku. Dengan mempercayai diriku sendiri kupikir aku akan mengurangi kepedihan yang akan kualami dan kuderita dari hidupku. Lagi pula jika kita mau berpikir kalau setiap orang hanya mengharapkan dari dirinya sendiri, tidak tergantung pada orang lain, tidak akan ada kekecewaan di dunia ini. Kekecewaan pada hidup maksudku. Jika setiap orang menghendaki dari dirinya sedikit saja, tidak akan ada kekecewaan. Karena kekecewaan itu datangnya dari mengharap kepada orang lain.

Pedig valószínű, hogy igazából soha másról nem kellene írnunk, csak erről: a bánatról, a fájó hiányról, a kiszolgáltatottságról és arról, ami néha két ember között történik, ami láthatatlan, mégis hatalmasabb a világbirodalmaknál, erősebb, mint bármely vallás, és gyönyörű, mint az égbolt; a könnyek áttetsző halairól és a szavakról, melyeket Istenhez suttogunk, vagy valakinek, aki nekünk a legfontosabb; a pillanatról, mikor egy nő magába enged, és a láthatár darabokra hullik. Soha másról nem kellene írnunk. Minden tanúsítványnak, minden jelentésnek, a világ minden üzenetének erről kéne szólnia: Ma szomorúság miatt nem tudok bemenni dolgozni. Tegnap megláttam egy szempárt, ezért ma nem tudok bemenni a munkahelyemre. Sajnos ma nincs módomban bemenni, mert a férjem meztelen és lélegzetelállítóan szép. Ma nem alkalmas, mert cserben hagott az élet. A mai találkozón nem tudok részt venni, mert itt odakint egy nő napozik, és a bőre szinte belülről izzik a naptól.

I have lived, I have traveled the world, and now, like a worn-out clock, my life is winding down, the hands slowing, stepping out of the flow of time. If one steps out of time what does one have? Why, the past of course, gradually being worn away by the years as a pebble halted on a riverbed is eroded by the passage of water.

That is what growing old consists of, mostly. One starts giving away items and belongings until only the memories are left. In the end, what else do we really require? I examined her words carefully, and the answer came slowly but without any equivocation. Someone to share those memories with, I said finally, surprising myself.

İnsanların doğru bildikleri yolda sıkıntıya katlanıyor olmaları, rizikoyu göz almaları benim için önemli ve değerli bir şeydi (halen öyledir). Bir de buna yasakların cazibesini eklemek gerekir sanırım. Engeli aşmama yardımcı olan ikinci unsur, ruhumda yer etmiş bulunan kadirşinas itaatsizliğim ve tevarüs edilmemiş asaletimdi. İçinde yaşadığım topluma borcumu ödemenin yolu, bu toplumun önyargılarına itaatten geçmediğini peşinen kabul etmiştim zaten. Şair, ressam veya müzisyen de olsam toplumun hazır kalıplarıyla zıtlaşmayı göze alarak işe başlayacağımı biliyordum. Şimdi bir de toplumun siyasi, sosyal ve iktisadi yapısıyla zıtlaşmayı, uyumsuzluğu gerektiren bir durum söz konusuydu. Bir macera tadı getiriyordu bütün bunlar. Öte yandan asaletim de kışkırtıyordu beni. İşin aslını anlayan azınlığa mensub olmak! Anladıklarının bekçisi olmayı şeref bilmek! Başını ''benim başımı yakarlar'' korkusundan uzak tutmak! Dik tutabilmek! Toplum önyargıları hangi engelleri koymuş olursa olsun, okumuşlar katından gelen (hiç şüphesiz devletin bir kanadınca sağlamlığı teminata bağlanmış) meşruiyyet duygusunun payı büyüktü.

Ich dachte, daß ich ihn vor der Hochzeit noch und also nachdem ich ihn nur ein einziges Mal gesehen hatte, Gambetti beschrieben und geschildert habe. Als einen dicken, noch nicht vierzigjährigen Mann, der, weil er tagtäglich fetter wird, immer zu enge Kleidung trägt und durch die angegessene Fettleibigkeit Atembeschwerden hat, selbst wenn er spricht und daß sein Sprechen ein durch diese Fettleibigkeit erzwungenes Sprechen nur in ganz kurzen Sätzen ist, das sich längere Sätze nicht erlauben kann. Der Mann atmet geräuschvoll, habe ich zu Gambetti gesagt, und bleibt auch alle Augenblicke, wenn man mit ihm geht, stehen, dann zeigt er mit der ausgestreckten Hand auf irgendeinen Gegenstand und wenn keiner zum Herzeigen da ist, ganz einfach in irgendeine Richtung als interessante Landschaft, um von seiner Kurzatmigkeit abzulenken.

God esteems the person who remains loyal through all the difficulties. Just like we can tell that gold is pure when it remains the same in the fire, God esteems and approves the person who remains loyal to him through the tough times. That loyal brother or sister can look forward to receiving something even more valuable than gold: the crown of life, the eternal badge of recognition, which God promised to bestow on those devoted to him.12

Det var en Foraarsaften, Solen skinnede saa rød ind i Stuen, den var lige ved at gaa ned. Vingerne af Møllen deroppe paa Volden drev deres Skygger over Ruderne og Værelsets Vægge, kommende, svindende, i ensformig Veklsen af Skumring og Lys: - een stund Skumring, to Stunder Lys. Ved Vinduet sad Niels Lyhne og stirred gjennem Voldens bronzemørke Ælme mod Skyernes Brand. Han havde været udenfor Byen, under nyudsprungne Bøge, mellem grønne Rugmarker, over blomsterbrogede Enge; Alting havde været saa lyst og let, Himlen saa blaa, Sundet saa blankt og de spadserende Damer saa sælsomt smukke. Syngende var han gaaet henad Skovstien, saa blev Ordene borte i hans Sang, saa lagde Rhytmen sig, saa døde Tonerne bort og Stilheden kom som en Svimmelhed over ham. Han lukkede Øjnene, men endda mærkede han, hvordan Lyset ligesom drak sig ind i ham og flimred gjennem alle Nerver, medens den køligt berusende Luft ved hvert Aandedrag sendte det sært betagne Blod med vildere og vildere Kraft gjennem de i Magtesløshed dirrende Aarer, og der kom ham en Følelse paa, som om alt det Myldrende, Bristende, Spirende, Ynglende i Vaarnaturen om ham, mystisk søgte at samle sig i ham i eet stort, stort Raab; og han tørsted efter dette Raab, lytted til hans Lytten tog form af en uklar, svulmende Længsel. Nu, han sad der ved Vinduet, vaagnede Længslen igjen.

Sie wollen pflanzen für die Ewigkeit, Und säen Tod? Ein so erzwungnes Werk Wird seines Schöpfers Geist nicht überdauern. Dem Undank haben Sie gebaut - umsonst Den harten Kampf mit der Natur gerungen, Umsonst ein großes königliches Leben Zerstörenden Entwürfen hingeopfert. Der Mensch ist mehr, als Sie von ihm gehalten. (...) Gehn Sie Europens Königen voran. Ein Federzug von dieser Hand, und neu Erschaffen wird die Erde. Geben Sie Gedankenfreiheit. (...) Sehen Sie sich um In seiner herrlichen Natur! Auf Freiheit Ist sie gegründet - und wie reich ist sie Durch Freiheit! Er, der große Schöpfer, wirft In einen Tropfen Thau den Wurm und läßt Noch in den todten Räumen der Verwesung Die Willkür sich ergötzen - Ihre Schöpfung, Wie eng und arm! Das Rauschen eines Blattes Erschreckt den Herrn der Christenheit - Sie müssen Vor jeder Tugend zittern. Er - der Freiheit Entzückende Erscheinung nicht zu stören - Er läßt des Uebels grauenvolles Heer In seinem Weltall lieber toben - ihn, Den Künstler, wird man nicht gewahr, bescheiden Verhüllt er sich in ewige Gesetze; Die sieht der Freigeist, doch nicht ihn. Wozu Ein Gott? sagt er: die Welt ist sich genug. Und keines Christen Andacht hat ihn mehr, Als dieses Freigeists Lästerung, gepriesen. (...) Weihen Sie Dem Glück der Völker die Regentenkraft, Die - ach, so lang - des Thrones Größe nur Gewuchert hatte - stellen Sie der Menschheit Verlornen Adel wieder her. Der Bürger Sei wiederum, was er zuvor gewesen, Der Krone Zweck - ihn binde keine Pflicht, Als seiner Brüder gleich ehrwürd'ge Rechte. Wenn nun der Mensch, sich selbst zurückgegeben, Zu seines Werths Gefühl erwacht - der Freiheit Erhabne, stolze Tugenden gedeihen - Dann, Sire, wenn Sie zum glücklichsten der Welt Ihr eignes Königreich gemacht - dann ist Es Ihre Pflicht, die Welt zu unterwerfen. (Marquis von Posa; 3. Akt, 10. Szene)

Every night, after Robert had retired to his bedroom, I would lie on the patch of kweek grass in the garden, searching the night sky with my field glasses, a thrill bolting through me whenever I saw a dislodged star streaking across the heavens. I learned their names and their shapes: the Southern Cross; Auriga; Coma Berenices; Horologium; Orion; Circinus; Apus; Andromeda. I soon knew them all, these constellations in the night sky, constellations that had, since the beginning of the world, been sinking into the earth each morning, to rise again the next night.

All at once we were swimming in cobalt fire, every kick and stroke igniting the tempests of plankton swirling around us. I laughed, the sound rupturing the quiet, windless night, and then Willie joined me as well. We dunked our heads under the blazing sea and came up again, spluttering fire from our lips. Rivulets of blue flames streamed down Willie’s hair, his face. I touched my own cheek, felt it glowing; I scooped up handfuls of the sea, marvelling at the fire-snakes writhing down my arms. We grinned at each other with stupid, childlike glee. Our naked bodies were visible in the water, but what was there to be embarrassed about? We were nothing more than two insects preserved in amber, after all. Whenever the fire dimmed, we would scissor our legs and swing our arms, stoking the watery furnace. ‘If we flapped our limbs hard and fast and long enough,’ I said to Willie, ‘do you think we could light up the entire ocean?

It is not a small thing I want...but it is very important to the Kurds, to all Kurds. Perhaps it would be too easy to ask you to simply be a partisan of the Kurds in the counsels of your country, but it is more than that. We ask you to explain our situation so that all people in your country may understand and appreciate our struggle. It is the Kurd who will decide the direction and activity of his own political future, but a great deal of our hope will depend upon the final attitude of friendship or enmity from the powerful Englis . Perhaps all over the world there are primitive peoples like the Kurd, seeking independence, political expression, and material progress. There are certain things that we can do for ourselves, but so much depends upon the large countries. Their governments shape the primitive states by rich and powerful influence. Much of the responsibility for our situation therefore depends upon the people of your own country. If they apathetic and ignorant of our Kurdish aspirations; If they make no attempt to influence the direction of their own government in dealing with our affairs; then all will depend on ourselves alone. That would mean reluctant but necessary and bloody and terrible struggle because I would warn your Ministers that we cannot give up until we have achieved national sovereignty and our equal right among all people. It is therefore a vital and great service that I ask you, dear Brother, because our immediate hope of urgent success will depend on the strength and deliberation of those who oppose our aims. If the Englis continue to turn all their influence and strength against us, and against the Azerbaijani, they will choke the first great breath of our free choice as men. It will never destroy us, but it will be a bitter, hateful, shameful thing, and the Englis will live for ever in our history as despicable wretches who break the spirit of all advancement. That is why we desperately need support among the people and the counsels of your country. So much may depend on it, and so many decisions at Sauj Bulaq will be clearer and simpler if we know that in your country there is an active partisan of the Kurd; a partisan who understands and appreciates the Kurdish struggle for political autonomy and material advancement: a friend and a true brother. Dare I ask more of thee, Englis ?