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Însemnări perioada 26 Feb - 30 Mai 2012

Basic Writings of Nietzsche (Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche and Walter Arnold Kaufmann)
- Highlight on Page 16 | Loc. 235-36  | Added on Sunday, February 26, 2012, 01:32 PM

Freud also “several times said of Nietzsche that he had a more penetrating knowledge of himself than any other man who ever lived or was ever likely to live.”
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- Highlight Loc. 12-14  | Added on Wednesday, February 29, 2012, 02:58 PM

Cel care în relaţiile cu oamenii n-a trecut prin toate nuanţele suferinţei, înverzind şi pălind de dezgust, plictiseală, compasiune, posomoreală, însingurare, acela nu este cu certitudine un om de bun-gust; ========== Dincolo de Bine si de Rau (Friedrich Nietzsche)
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- Note Loc. 14  | Added on Wednesday, February 29, 2012, 02:58 PM

Zi-le mr. Nietzsche!
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Dincolo de Bine si de Rau (Friedrich Nietzsche)
- Highlight on Page 29 | Loc. 438  | Added on Wednesday, February 29, 2012, 03:06 PM

Cinismul este singura formă prin care sufletele obişnuite acced la ceea ce se numeşte onestitate;
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 36 | Loc. 540-42  | Added on Thursday, March 01, 2012, 09:39 AM

Cunoscusem în armată un oarecare Nobby, care se pricepea la femei şi care spunea întotdeauna că nu trebuie să-i spui niciodată unei femei că o iubeşti, chiar dacă era aşa. Dacă erai nevoit să spui „te iubesc”, trebuia să sune ca o glumă. Zicea că în felul acesta aveau să umble ele după tine, iar tu trebuia să te laşi greu.
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 36 | Loc. 540-42  | Added on Thursday, March 01, 2012, 09:39 AM

Cunoscusem în armată un oarecare Nobby, care se pricepea la femei şi care spunea întotdeauna că nu trebuie să-i spui niciodată unei femei că o iubeşti, chiar dacă era aşa. Dacă erai nevoit să spui „te iubesc”, trebuia să sune ca o glumă. Zicea că în felul acesta aveau să umble ele după tine, iar tu trebuia să te laşi greu.
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- Highlight Loc. 22-24  | Added on Thursday, March 01, 2012, 09:42 AM

Cunoscusem în armată un oarecare Nobby, care se pricepea la femei şi care spunea întotdeauna că nu trebuie să-i spui niciodată unei femei că o iubeşti, chiar dacă era aşa. Dacă erai nevoit să spui „te iubesc”, trebuia să sune ca o glumă. Zicea că în felul acesta aveau să umble ele după tine, iar tu trebuia să te laşi greu. ========== Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
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- Note Loc. 24  | Added on Thursday, March 01, 2012, 09:42 AM

Priceputi ca Nobby sunt cu duzina ;)
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 128 | Loc. 1959-60  | Added on Friday, March 02, 2012, 12:35 PM

Şi mi-am amintit atunci că ne spusese odată cineva la Ladymont că e nevoie de doi bărbaţi ca să violeze o femeie. Că femeile care se lasă violate de un singur bărbat doreau să fie violate.)
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 138 | Loc. 2116  | Added on Friday, March 02, 2012, 12:52 PM

Mediocritatea este plaga civilizaţiei.
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 211 | Loc. 3232-35  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 09:06 AM

Nu adolescenţii sau fiicele lor sunt altfel. Noi nu ne-am schimbat. Doar că suntem tineri şi atât. Altcineva s-a schimbat: persoanele între două vârste, care se cred în mod stupid obligate să rămână neapărat tinere. Această încercare disperată şi prostească de a rămâne cu noi. Dar nu reuşesc. Noi nu le vrem printre noi. Nu vrem să le vedem folosind stilul nostru de îmbrăcăminte, genul nostru de exprimare şi nu vrem să se intereseze de aceleaşi lucruri ca şi noi. Ne imită atât de prost, încât nu le mai putem respecta.
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 226 | Loc. 3456-62  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 09:40 AM

Îi urăsc pe toţi cei prost crescuţi şi ignoranţi. Îi urăsc pe toţi infatuaţii şi ipocriţii. Urăsc geloşii şi răzbunătorii. Urăsc toţi acriţii, meschinii şi mediocrii. Urăsc toţi plicticoşii mici la suflet, cărora nu le este ruşine că sunt plicticoşi şi mici la suflet. Urăsc ceea ce G.P. califică Oamenii Noi, clasa-care-urcă, cu banii şi televizoarele, şi maşinile lor, cu stupidele lor vulgarităţi şi felul lor stupid şi abject de a imita marea burghezie. Iubesc cinstea, şi libertatea, şi generozitatea. Iubesc capacitatea de a face ceva, de a crea. Îmi place să mă implic din plin. Iubesc tot ce nu este static şi îi urăsc pe toţi cei care se mulţumesc să stea de o parte şi să privească, să plagieze, pe cei a căror inimă a murit înaintea trupului.
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 234 | Loc. 3584-85  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 10:18 AM

„Dragostea ne iese permanent în cale. Nouă, bărbaţilor. Devenim iar de douăzeci de ani şi suferim ca la douăzeci de ani.
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 234 | Loc. 3584-85  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 10:18 AM

„Dragostea ne iese permanent în cale. Nouă, bărbaţilor. Devenim iar de douăzeci de ani şi suferim ca la douăzeci de ani.
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- Highlight Loc. 47-48  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 10:20 AM

„Dragostea ne iese permanent în cale. Nouă, bărbaţilor. Devenim iar de douăzeci de ani şi suferim ca la douăzeci de ani. ========== Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
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- Note Loc. 48  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 10:20 AM

dragostea, bat-o vina! ;)
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 242 | Loc. 3699  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 12:20 PM

Ceea ce ştiu acum – ceea ce simt – este că Dumnezeu nu intervine. Ne lasă să suferim.
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 242 | Loc. 3700-3703  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 12:21 PM

Dar Dumnezeu nu ne poate auzi. Nu are nimic uman în el; nu poate să audă, nici să ne compătimească, nici să ne ajute. Vreau să spun că s-ar putea ca Dumnezeu să fi creat lumea şi legile fundamentale ale materiei şi evoluţiei. Dar nu-i pasă de indivizi. A făcut ca unii să fie fericiţi, alţii trişti, unii să aibă noroc şi alţii nu. Îi e indiferent cine e trist şi cine nu e. În consecinţă, nu există.
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 242 | Loc. 3700-3703  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 12:21 PM

Dar Dumnezeu nu ne poate auzi. Nu are nimic uman în el; nu poate să audă, nici să ne compătimească, nici să ne ajute. Vreau să spun că s-ar putea ca Dumnezeu să fi creat lumea şi legile fundamentale ale materiei şi evoluţiei. Dar nu-i pasă de indivizi. A făcut ca unii să fie fericiţi, alţii trişti, unii să aibă noroc şi alţii nu. Îi e indiferent cine e trist şi cine nu e. În consecinţă, nu există.
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My Clippings
- Highlight Loc. 54-57  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 12:23 PM

Dar Dumnezeu nu ne poate auzi. Nu are nimic uman în el; nu poate să audă, nici să ne compătimească, nici să ne ajute. Vreau să spun că s-ar putea ca Dumnezeu să fi creat lumea şi legile fundamentale ale materiei şi evoluţiei. Dar nu-i pasă de indivizi. A făcut ca unii să fie fericiţi, alţii trişti, unii să aibă noroc şi alţii nu. Îi e indiferent cine e trist şi cine nu e. În consecinţă, nu există. ========== Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
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- Note Loc. 57  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 12:23 PM

John Fowles Theologica
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 242 | Loc. 3705-6  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 12:27 PM

Înţeleg că trebuie să trăim ca şi când n-ar exista Dumnezeu. Rugăciunile, slujbele şi imnurile religioase sunt toate stupide şi
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 242 | Loc. 3704-6  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 12:27 PM

Tot mai cred în Dumnezeu. Dar e atât de departe, atât de calculat. Înţeleg că trebuie să trăim ca şi când n-ar exista Dumnezeu. Rugăciunile, slujbele şi imnurile religioase sunt toate stupide şi inutile.
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 242 | Loc. 3711  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 12:29 PM

Trebuie să existe un Dumnezeu, dar e imposibil să ştie ceva despre noi.
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 251 | Loc. 3849-50  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 01:14 PM

Am citit cândva că nimeni nu poate sta mai mult de zece ani în închisoare şi nici nu poate rezista mai mult de un an încarcerat singur.
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 251 | Loc. 3849-50  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 01:14 PM

Am citit cândva că nimeni nu poate sta mai mult de zece ani în închisoare şi nici nu poate rezista mai mult de un an încarcerat singur.
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- Highlight Loc. 72-73  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 01:16 PM

Am citit cândva că nimeni nu poate sta mai mult de zece ani în închisoare şi nici nu poate rezista mai mult de un an încarcerat singur. ========== Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
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- Note Loc. 73  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 01:16 PM

N-a auzit de Papillon :)
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Colecţionarul (John Fowles)
- Highlight on Page 293 | Loc. 4482-83  | Added on Saturday, March 03, 2012, 02:38 PM

Cred că nu suntem decât nişte insecte, trăim puţin, după care murim şi asta-i tot. Natura n-are niciun pic de milă. Nu există nici Viaţa de Apoi. Nu există nimic.
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Nausea (Jean-Paul Sartre)
- Highlight on Page 5 | Loc. 64-65  | Added on Sunday, March 04, 2012, 09:18 AM

“A crowd is untruth,” Kierkegaard repeats with choric insistence. Only in the self can the drama of truth occur.
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Nausea (Jean-Paul Sartre)
- Highlight on Page 6 | Loc. 86  | Added on Sunday, March 04, 2012, 09:25 AM

“Suffering is the origin of consciousness,” Dostoevski wrote.
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Greața (Sartre)
- Highlight on Page 151 | Loc. 2313-15  | Added on Tuesday, March 06, 2012, 11:20 AM

Un gest, un eveniment în lumea mică şi pestriţă a oamenilor nu e decît relativ absurd: în raport cu împrejurările care-l însoţesc. Divagaţiile unui nebun, de exemplu, sînt absurde în raport cu situaţia în care el se află, dar nu în raport cu delirul lui.
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Greața (Sartre)
- Highlight on Page 157 | Loc. 2403  | Added on Tuesday, March 06, 2012, 11:58 AM

existenţa e un plin de care omul nu poate fugi.
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A Commentary on Jean-Paul Sartre's Being and Nothingness (Catalano)
- Bookmark on Page 40 | Loc. 612  | Added on Thursday, March 15, 2012, 01:13 PM


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Amurgul gindurilor (Emil Cioran)
- Highlight on Page 3 | Loc. 44-45  | Added on Saturday, March 24, 2012, 07:56 AM

Lumea nu-i decît un Nicăieri universal. De aceea, n-ai unde să te duci niciodată...
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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Haruki Murakami)
- Highlight on Page 115 | Loc. 2425-27  | Added on Monday, March 26, 2012, 12:17 PM

“You’ve got to spend your money for the things that money can buy, not worry about profit or loss. Save your energy for the things that money can’t buy.”
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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Haruki Murakami)
- Highlight on Page 138 | Loc. 2904-8  | Added on Monday, March 26, 2012, 03:13 PM

Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly coming unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one’s own being. I wonder if I am making myself clear. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. That is what I experienced in the midst of the Mongolian steppe.
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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Haruki Murakami)
- Highlight on Page 171 | Loc. 3567  | Added on Tuesday, March 27, 2012, 02:51 PM

a person’s destiny is something you look back at afterward, not something to be known in advance.
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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Haruki Murakami)
- Highlight on Page 231 | Loc. 4743-44  | Added on Wednesday, March 28, 2012, 01:45 PM

In truly deep darkness, all kinds of strange things were possible.
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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Haruki Murakami)
- Highlight on Page 232 | Loc. 4762-64  | Added on Wednesday, March 28, 2012, 01:54 PM

I had that tendency toward solitude common to only children. When trying to accomplish something serious, I liked to do it myself. Having to check things out with other people and get them to understand seemed to me a great waste of time and energy when it was a lot easier to work alone in silence.
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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Haruki Murakami)
- Highlight on Page 312 | Loc. 6422-24  | Added on Saturday, March 31, 2012, 08:19 AM

“Hatred is like a long, dark shadow. Not even the person it falls upon knows where it comes from, in most cases. It is like a two-edged sword. When you cut the other person, you cut yourself. The more violently you hack at the other person, the more violently you hack at yourself. It can often be fatal. But it is not easy to dispose of.
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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Haruki Murakami)
- Highlight on Page 408 | Loc. 8279-81  | Added on Monday, April 02, 2012, 09:35 AM

Strange as it may seem—or perhaps it does not seem so strange—they all had the same thought: it was so much easier to kill humans on the battlefield than animals in cages, even if, on the battlefield, one might end up being killed oneself.
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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Haruki Murakami)
- Highlight on Page 595 | Loc. 11909-10  | Added on Wednesday, April 04, 2012, 12:47 PM

When a naked seventeen-year-old girl is shedding tears in the moonlight, anything can happen. It’s true.
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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Haruki Murakami)
- Note on Page 595 | Loc. 11910  | Added on Wednesday, April 04, 2012, 12:47 PM

I believe you!
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The Magic Mountain (Thomas Mann)
- Highlight on Page 57 | Loc. 874-80  | Added on Thursday, April 05, 2012, 04:11 PM

“I never can understand how anybody can not smoke—it deprives a man of the best part of life, so to speak—or at least of a first-class pleasure. When I wake in the morning, I feel glad at the thought of being able to smoke all day, and when I eat, I look forward to smoking afterwards; I might almost say I only eat for the sake of being able to smoke—though of course that is more or less of an exaggeration. But a day without tobacco would be flat, stale, and unprofitable, as far as I am concerned. If I had to say to myself to-morrow: ‘No smoke to-day’—I believe I shouldn’t find the courage to get up—on my honour, I’d stop in bed. But when a man has a good cigar in his mouth—of course it mustn’t have a side draught or not draw well, that is extremely irritating—but with a good cigar in his mouth a man is perfectly safe, nothing can touch him—literally.
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The Magic Mountain (Thomas Mann)
- Note on Page 58 | Loc. 880  | Added on Thursday, April 05, 2012, 04:11 PM

Hans Castorp face apologia tutunului
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The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann  (macumbeira.com)
- Highlight Loc. 269-73  | Added on Monday, April 09, 2012, 10:07 AM

During the course of his story, Hans has shown, in more or less degree, all symptoms of a dying man. His breathing and his heartbeat became at moments irregular. He experienced lesser degrees of the Pallor Mortis (paleness), of Livor Mortis (decolouration), of Algor Mortis (lower temperature) and of Rigor Mortis (Stiffness). But that was still in some kind of ante-chamber of Death and it is only now, in these last chapters that Hans enters a state of stupor and apathy which is more akin to a dead organism than a living one.
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magic (Marius)
- Highlight Loc. 10-20  | Added on Sunday, April 22, 2012, 09:55 AM

Oh,  enchantante beauté organique qui ne se compose ni de teinture à l’huile ni de pierre, mais de matière vivante et corruptible,  pleine du secret fébrile de la vie et de la pourriture! Regarde la symétrie merveilleuse de l’édifice humain, les épaules et les hanches et les mamelons fleurissants de part et d’autre sur la poitrine, et les côtes arrangées par paires, et le nombril au milieu dans la mollesse du ventre, et le sexe obscur entre les cuisses! Regarde les omoplates se remuer sous la peau soyeuse du dos, et l’échine qui descend vers la luxuriance double et fraîche des fesses, et les grandes branches des vases et des nerfs qui passent du tronc aux rameaux par les aisselles, et comme la structure des bras correspond à celle des jambes. Oh, les douces régions de la jointure intérieure du coude et du jarret, avec leur abondance de délicatesses organiques sous leurs coussins de chair! Quelle fête immense de les caresser, ces endroits délicieux du corps humain! Fête à mourir sans plainte après! Oui, mon dieu,  laisse-moi sentir l’odeur de la peau de ta rotule, sous laquelle l’ingénieuse capsule articulaire sécrète son huile glissante! Laisse-moi toucher dévotement de ma bouche l’Arteria femoralis qui bat au front de ta cuisse et qui se divise plus bas en les deux artères du tibia! Laisse-moi ressentir l’exhalation de tes pores et tâter ton duvet, image humaine d’eau et d’albumine, destinée pour l’anatomie du tombeau, et laisse-moi périr, mes lèvres aux tiennes!"
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Muntele vrăjit (Thomas Mann)
- Highlight on Page 1 | Loc. 10-20  | Added on Sunday, April 22, 2012, 10:13 AM

Oh,  enchantante beauté organique qui ne se compose ni de teinture à l’huile ni de pierre, mais de matière vivante et corruptible,  pleine du secret fébrile de la vie et de la pourriture! Regarde la symétrie merveilleuse de l’édifice humain, les épaules et les hanches et les mamelons fleurissants de part et d’autre sur la poitrine, et les côtes arrangées par paires, et le nombril au milieu dans la mollesse du ventre, et le sexe obscur entre les cuisses! Regarde les omoplates se remuer sous la peau soyeuse du dos, et l’échine qui descend vers la luxuriance double et fraîche des fesses, et les grandes branches des vases et des nerfs qui passent du tronc aux rameaux par les aisselles, et comme la structure des bras correspond à celle des jambes. Oh, les douces régions de la jointure intérieure du coude et du jarret, avec leur abondance de délicatesses organiques sous leurs coussins de chair! Quelle fête immense de les caresser, ces endroits délicieux du corps humain! Fête à mourir sans plainte après! Oui, mon dieu,  laisse-moi sentir l’odeur de la peau de ta rotule, sous laquelle l’ingénieuse capsule articulaire sécrète son huile glissante! Laisse-moi toucher dévotement de ma bouche l’Arteria femoralis qui bat au front de ta cuisse et qui se divise plus bas en les deux artères du tibia! Laisse-moi ressentir l’exhalation de tes pores et tâter ton duvet, image humaine d’eau et d’albumine, destinée pour l’anatomie du tombeau, et laisse-moi périr, mes lèvres aux tiennes!"
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Muntele vrăjit (Thomas Mann)
- Highlight on Page 1 | Loc. 10-20  | Added on Sunday, April 22, 2012, 10:15 AM

Oh,  enchantante beauté organique qui ne se compose ni de teinture à l’huile ni de pierre, mais de matière vivante et corruptible,  pleine du secret fébrile de la vie et de la pourriture! Regarde la symétrie merveilleuse de l’édifice humain, les épaules et les hanches et les mamelons fleurissants de part et d’autre sur la poitrine, et les côtes arrangées par paires, et le nombril au milieu dans la mollesse du ventre, et le sexe obscur entre les cuisses! Regarde les omoplates se remuer sous la peau soyeuse du dos, et l’échine qui descend vers la luxuriance double et fraîche des fesses, et les grandes branches des vases et des nerfs qui passent du tronc aux rameaux par les aisselles, et comme la structure des bras correspond à celle des jambes. Oh, les douces régions de la jointure intérieure du coude et du jarret, avec leur abondance de délicatesses organiques sous leurs coussins de chair! Quelle fête immense de les caresser, ces endroits délicieux du corps humain! Fête à mourir sans plainte après! Oui, mon dieu,  laisse-moi sentir l’odeur de la peau de ta rotule, sous laquelle l’ingénieuse capsule articulaire sécrète son huile glissante! Laisse-moi toucher dévotement de ma bouche l’Arteria femoralis qui bat au front de ta cuisse et qui se divise plus bas en les deux artères du tibia! Laisse-moi ressentir l’exhalation de tes pores et tâter ton duvet, image humaine d’eau et d’albumine, destinée pour l’anatomie du tombeau, et laisse-moi périr, mes lèvres aux tiennes!"
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My Clippings
- Highlight Loc. 135-45  | Added on Sunday, April 22, 2012, 10:17 AM

Oh,  enchantante beauté organique qui ne se compose ni de teinture à l’huile ni de pierre, mais de matière vivante et corruptible,  pleine du secret fébrile de la vie et de la pourriture! Regarde la symétrie merveilleuse de l’édifice humain, les épaules et les hanches et les mamelons fleurissants de part et d’autre sur la poitrine, et les côtes arrangées par paires, et le nombril au milieu dans la mollesse du ventre, et le sexe obscur entre les cuisses! Regarde les omoplates se remuer sous la peau soyeuse du dos, et l’échine qui descend vers la luxuriance double et fraîche des fesses, et les grandes branches des vases et des nerfs qui passent du tronc aux rameaux par les aisselles, et comme la structure des bras correspond à celle des jambes. Oh, les douces régions de la jointure intérieure du coude et du jarret, avec leur abondance de délicatesses organiques sous leurs coussins de chair! Quelle fête immense de les caresser, ces endroits délicieux du corps humain! Fête à mourir sans plainte après! Oui, mon dieu,  laisse-moi sentir l’odeur de la peau de ta rotule, sous laquelle l’ingénieuse capsule articulaire sécrète son huile glissante! Laisse-moi toucher dévotement de ma bouche l’Arteria femoralis qui bat au front de ta cuisse et qui se divise plus bas en les deux artères du tibia! Laisse-moi ressentir l’exhalation de tes pores et tâter ton duvet, image humaine d’eau et d’albumine, destinée pour l’anatomie du tombeau, et laisse-moi périr, mes lèvres aux tiennes!" ========== Muntele vrăjit (Thomas Mann)
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My Clippings
- Note Loc. 145  | Added on Sunday, April 22, 2012, 10:17 AM

Pasajul acesta din Muntele Vrajit e mai porno ca Ass Masters 7 !
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The Magic Mountain (Thomas Mann)
- Highlight on Page 734 | Loc. 11249-53  | Added on Saturday, April 28, 2012, 10:48 AM

Feeling, you understand, is the masculine force that rouses life. Life slumbers. It needs to be roused, to be awakened to a drunken marriage with divine feeling. For feeling, young man, is godlike. Man is godlike, in that he feels. He is the feeling of God. God created him in order to feel through him. Man is nothing but the organ through which God consummates his marriage with roused and intoxicated life. If man fails in feeling, it is blasphemy; it is the surrender of His masculinity, a cosmic catastrophe, an irreconcilable horror—”
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The Magic Mountain (Thomas Mann)
- Note on Page 734 | Loc. 11252  | Added on Saturday, April 28, 2012, 10:48 AM

Mynheer Peeperkorn vorbeste in sens mistic despre Pasiune [The Magic Mountain]
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Marcel Proust: A Life (Edmund White)
- Highlight on Page 56 | Loc. 854-56  | Added on Sunday, July 31, 2011, 07:52 AM

Another handsome young aristocrat Proust became friendly with was the Romanian prince Antoine de Bibesco, who fended off Marcel’s excessive demands on his time with a coolness that amounted to cruelty.
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Marcel Proust: A Life (Edmund White)
- Note on Page 56 | Loc. 856  | Added on Sunday, July 31, 2011, 07:52 AM

Printul Bibescu era dur cu Proust ;)
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How to Read Literature Like a Professor: A Lively and Entertaining Guide to Reading Between the Lines (Thomas C. Foster)
- Highlight on Page 18 | Loc. 276-77  | Added on Monday, May 07, 2012, 12:16 AM

in the real world, breaking bread together is an act of sharing and peace, since if you’re breaking bread you’re not breaking heads.
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À la recherche du temps perdu I - Du côté de chez Swann 1 (Marcel Proust)
- Highlight on Page 185 | Loc. 2822-25  | Added on Thursday, May 10, 2012, 12:50 AM

Dans l’échancrure de son corsage de crêpe, MlleVinteuil sentit que son amie piquait un baiser, elle poussa un petit cri, s’échappa, et elles se poursuivirent en sautant, faisant voleter leurs larges manches comme des ailes et gloussant et piaillant comme des oiseaux amoureux. Puis MlleVinteuil finit par tomber sur le canapé, recouverte par le corps de son amie.
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À la recherche du temps perdu I - Du côté de chez Swann 1 (Marcel Proust)
- Highlight on Page 185 | Loc. 2822-25  | Added on Thursday, May 10, 2012, 12:52 AM

Dans l’échancrure de son corsage de crêpe, MlleVinteuil sentit que son amie piquait un baiser, elle poussa un petit cri, s’échappa, et elles se poursuivirent en sautant, faisant voleter leurs larges manches comme des ailes et gloussant et piaillant comme des oiseaux amoureux. Puis MlleVinteuil finit par tomber sur le canapé, recouverte par le corps de son amie.
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My Clippings
- Highlight Loc. 181-84  | Added on Thursday, May 10, 2012, 12:54 AM

Dans l’échancrure de son corsage de crêpe, MlleVinteuil sentit que son amie piquait un baiser, elle poussa un petit cri, s’échappa, et elles se poursuivirent en sautant, faisant voleter leurs larges manches comme des ailes et gloussant et piaillant comme des oiseaux amoureux. Puis MlleVinteuil finit par tomber sur le canapé, recouverte par le corps de son amie. ========== À la recherche du temps perdu I - Du côté de chez Swann 1 (Marcel Proust)
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My Clippings
- Note Loc. 184  | Added on Thursday, May 10, 2012, 12:54 AM

Don'sora Vinteuil si prietena ei sunt foarte obraznice ;)
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Les misérables (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 541-43  | Added on Tuesday, May 15, 2012, 12:42 AM

He was indulgent towards women and poor people, on whom the burden of human society rest. He said, "The faults of women, of children, of the feeble, the indigent, and the ignorant, are the fault of the husbands, the fathers, the masters, the strong, the rich, and the wise."
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Les misérables (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 541-43  | Added on Tuesday, May 15, 2012, 12:44 AM

He was indulgent towards women and poor people, on whom the burden of human society rest. He said, "The faults of women, of children, of the feeble, the indigent, and the ignorant, are the fault of the husbands, the fathers, the masters, the strong, the rich, and the wise."
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My Clippings
- Highlight Loc. 193-95  | Added on Tuesday, May 15, 2012, 12:46 AM

He was indulgent towards women and poor people, on whom the burden of human society rest. He said, "The faults of women, of children, of the feeble, the indigent, and the ignorant, are the fault of the husbands, the fathers, the masters, the strong, the rich, and the wise." ========== Les misérables (Victor Hugo)
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My Clippings
- Note Loc. 195  | Added on Tuesday, May 15, 2012, 12:46 AM

Parintele Bienvenu e intelept
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Les misérables (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 544-46  | Added on Tuesday, May 15, 2012, 12:51 AM

He said, moreover, "Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow."
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Les misérables (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 544-46  | Added on Tuesday, May 15, 2012, 12:51 AM

He said, moreover, "Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow."
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My Clippings
- Highlight Loc. 202-4  | Added on Tuesday, May 15, 2012, 12:53 AM

He said, moreover, "Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow." ========== Les misérables (Victor Hugo)
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My Clippings
- Note Loc. 204  | Added on Tuesday, May 15, 2012, 12:53 AM

Parintele Bienvenu recidiveaza
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Les misérables Tome I / Fantine (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 2624-25  | Added on Friday, May 18, 2012, 11:17 PM

—La femme! reprit Tholomyès, méfiez-vous-en. Malheur à celui qui se livre au cœur changeant de la femme! La femme est perfide et tortueuse. Elle déteste le serpent par jalousie de métier.
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Les misérables Tome I / Fantine (Victor Hugo)
- Note Loc. 2625  | Added on Friday, May 18, 2012, 11:17 PM

La femme! [Les Miserables]
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Les Misérables (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 8231-33  | Added on Friday, May 25, 2012, 04:27 AM

Nothing oppresses the heart like symmetry. It is because symmetry is ennui, and ennui is at the very foundation of grief. Despair yawns. Something more terrible than a hell where one suffers may be imagined, and that is a hell where one is bored.
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Les Misérables (Victor Hugo)
- Note Loc. 8233  | Added on Friday, May 25, 2012, 04:31 AM

despre plictiseala [les miserables]
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French Women Don't Get Fat (Mireille Guiliano)
- Highlight Loc. 278-83  | Added on Wednesday, May 30, 2012, 09:33 AM

Dr. Miracle’s approach was much less confrontational and more civilized. According to him, there are two selves in each of us: the one who wants to be slim and healthy and the one who wants something else. One sees the big picture—well-being, self-esteem, fitting into the latest fashions. The other wants pleasures aplenty, and now. One is Narcissus leaning over his pool; the other is Pantagruel leaning over his table. The key, he said, was not to conquer the second, but to broker a rapprochement: make friends of your two selves and be the master of both your willpower and your pleasures. That was the French way.
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French Women Don't Get Fat (Mireille Guiliano)
- Highlight Loc. 352-54  | Added on Wednesday, May 30, 2012, 09:56 AM

At least half our bad eating and drinking habits are careless; they grow out of inattention to our true needs and delights. We don’t notice what we are consuming, we are not alert to flavors—we are not really enjoying our indulgences, and therefore we think nothing of them and overdo it.
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French Women Don't Get Fat (Mireille Guiliano)
- Highlight Loc. 571-85  | Added on Wednesday, May 30, 2012, 02:26 PM

•  Look at your three-week profile; identify and reduce the “offenders” as much as you can without inducing shock. Whatever you can cut out completely without agony, just cut. Reduce others peu à peu (little by little). •  Eat at regular times. •  Look at portions of nonoffender foods and trim these gradually, too. •  Get to know the market, not the supermarket. Shop for food several times a week (on a need-to-eat basis, but never when hungry). •  Diversify your foods with an eye to seasons. Increase the proportion of fresh fruits and vegetables. •  Introduce and experiment with a couple of new flavors. •  Prepare your own meals. Shun prepared foods, especially processed ones with artificial anything. •  Have a real breakfast. •  Eat slowly, sitting down. Chew well, even if it seems theatrical at first. •  Introduce two daily servings of homemade (or all-natural plain) yogurt as a dessert, breakfast, or snack food. •  Drink at least two more glasses of water per day, slipping in more as you find opportunity. •  Introduce a small but regular new physical movement, a daily walk or climbing stairs. (If you go to a gym, you’re probably doing enough in spandex, so pick something you can do in street clothes.) •  Don’t stock offenders at home. •  Develop a list and stock of food pacifiers, substitutes for offenders. •  Keep your en-cas in your pocket for off-site emergencies. •  Choose and enjoy your weekend rewards.
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French Women Don't Get Fat (Mireille Guiliano)
- Highlight Loc. 763  | Added on Wednesday, May 30, 2012, 03:23 PM

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it,” observed Oscar Wilde