ellauri020.html on line 262: Iivanan mielestä sosialismin vika on, ettei olla vapaita, tai ei oikein sekään, se ettei voi odottaa lottovoittoa, jotain ihan ihmeellistä pullaa, tulla ökyrikkaaxi, tai siis, ahkerat oman elämänsä sepot ei ökyrikastu, tai siis, kaikilla sepoilla ei ole sitä mahdollisuutta edes, siis siitä toivoa, ei voi ottaa riskejä ja hit it big, laahus vaan laahustaa, plodding thru life hardly noticing they´re alive. The American dream you know. äh, miten sen nyt sanoisi. Iivana, pliis älä jauha, älä edes yritä. Koitat vaan sanoa, et tasa-arvo ei ole vapautta, vapautta on valta, ja mielivalta varsinkin, ja siihen pitää olla paljon paljon pätäkkää, ennen kaikkea paljon enemmän kuin muulla laahuxella. Kuten Darwin sanoo, ei voita ellei voita muita. Kyynärpäille pitää olla liikkumavapautta.
ellauri082.html on line 770: Participants were told to imagine they worked with another intern. And that they were competing to land a job. Participants were told, “You keep noticing little things about the way the intern talks to you. You get the feeling the other intern may have no respect for your suggestions at all. To your face, the intern is friendly, but something feels off to you.”
ellauri150.html on line 641: Ben-Hur's mother and sister drop by the old place and come as close to meeting up with Esther as they dare. Esther tells them Judah hasn't changed, which is at best a half-truth. They make Esther promise not to tell Judah they have leprosy; they want him to remember them as they were. Esther promises by her love of Judah (and yes, it is there). She sees him (he passed by without noticing the lepers) and "confesses" that his mother and sister are dead...
ellauri236.html on line 186: Several other points need noticing before one can grasp the full implications of this book. To begin with, its central story bears a very marked resemblance to William Faulkner's novel, Sanctuary. Therefore, it is not, as one might expect, the product of an illiterate hack, but a brilliant piece of plagiarism, with hardly a wasted word or a jarring note anywhere. Thirdly, the whole book, récit as well as dialogue, is written in the American language; the author, an Englishman who has (I believe) never been in the United States, seems to have made a complete mental transference to the American underworld. Fourthly, and what is worst (from the point of view of a serious writer like myself) the book sold, according to its publishers, no less than half a million copies. Actually 2.
ellauri302.html on line 205: A fine business! It has to rain! (Suddenly noticing Rifkele, he explodes with rage.) What! You here! (Seizes her hy the collar and shakes her, clinching his teeth.) What are you doing here?
xxx/ellauri202.html on line 198: He spent most of his time there wandering around ‘the less salubrious districts of the city’, noticing (relative to Paris) the many prostitutes of both sexes and the ready availability of pornography. Encouraged by such reports, André Gide visited Berlin no fewer than five times in 1933. He, too, was delighted by, and seriously interested in, what he found there, although he did concede to Robert Levesque that Paris itself was slowly becoming more Berlin-like even if at the same time (to use that most erotically evocative of geographical terms) more ‘southern’. The two writers coincided in Berlin in October, Gide arriving for a fortnight, Martin du Gard for five weeks. They did their best to avoid each other on their forays into the sexual underworld, but always dutifully compared notes on what they had seen and experienced.
xxx/ellauri354.html on line 253: Sartre has said that the writer's is to cure the "sick" language that is incommunicative. Iris Murdoch, in attempting to answer what the sickness of the language really is, says it is the fact that we can no longer take language for granted as a medium of communication. "Its transparancy has gone. We are like people who for a long time looked out of a window without noticing the glass - and then one day began to notice this too. Hemingway also feals this way. Our time demands a simple prose. with an Eliot-like emphasis on semantics."
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