Next week I'm away, so to those who started to follow the daily quotes: this week you'll probably have to contemplate the ones already posted.
Steven
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"Batavia, would it be more amenable? We would find there, besides, the spirit of Europe married to tropical beauty."
Not a word. My sould could it be dead?
"Have you then come to the point of such torpor, paralysis, that you are not happy except in your pain? If it is so, let us flee toward countries that are analagous to Death. I have it, poor soul! We shall pack our trunks for Torneo, the North of Sweden. Let's go further still, to the extreme end of the Baltic; still further than life, if this is possible; let's install ourselves at the pole. There the sun grazes the earth obliquely, and the slow alternatives of light and night suppress variety and augment monotony, this half of nothingness. There we would take long baths of shadow, while, to give us diversion, the aurora borealis would send us from time to time their pink sheaves, like reflections of fireworks from Hell.
Finally, my soul explodes, and wisely cries to me: "Anywhere! Anywhere! Only let it be out of this world."
(Charles Baudelaire, "Anywhere out of this world", part 2)
Not a word. My sould could it be dead?
"Have you then come to the point of such torpor, paralysis, that you are not happy except in your pain? If it is so, let us flee toward countries that are analagous to Death. I have it, poor soul! We shall pack our trunks for Torneo, the North of Sweden. Let's go further still, to the extreme end of the Baltic; still further than life, if this is possible; let's install ourselves at the pole. There the sun grazes the earth obliquely, and the slow alternatives of light and night suppress variety and augment monotony, this half of nothingness. There we would take long baths of shadow, while, to give us diversion, the aurora borealis would send us from time to time their pink sheaves, like reflections of fireworks from Hell.
Finally, my soul explodes, and wisely cries to me: "Anywhere! Anywhere! Only let it be out of this world."
(Charles Baudelaire, "Anywhere out of this world", part 2)
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