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As soon as I got into the library I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I got a whiff of the leather on all the old books, a smell that got real strong if you picked one of them up and stuck your nose real close to it when you turned the pages. Then there was the the smell of the cloth that covered the brand-new books, books that made a splitting sound when you opened them. Then I could sniff the the paper, that soft, powdery, drowsy smell that comes off the page in little puffs when you're reading something or looking at some pictures, kind of hypnotizing smell. I think it's the smell that makes so many folks fall asleep in the library. You'll see someone turn a page and you can imagine a puff of page powder coming up real slow and easy until it starts piling on a person's eyelashes, weighing their eyes down so much they stay down a little longer after each blink and finally making them so heavy that they just don't come back up at all. Then their mouths open and their heads start bouncing up and down like they're bobbing in a big tub of of water for apples and before you know it... they're out cold and their face thunks smack-dab on the book. That's the part that makes librarians the maddest. They get real upset if folks start drooling in the books ↗
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If you have feelings about reading, you feel the rhythm of prose or of a poem like music. It awakens something in your soul and then of course you study, read, you grow up and you begin to understand the message and that is the first step towards understanding life. ↗
Now here's the heavy irony. So I went back to New York to become a librarian. To actually seek out this thing I've been fleeing all my life. and (here it comes): a librarian is just not that easy to become...Apparently there's a whole filing system and annotating system and stamping system and God knows what you have to learn before you qualify. ↗
#life
I never pray for a long life, but I just express my gratitude for another day. It reminds me that everyday is important. ↗
It may be considered folly by common opinion but this refusal to destroy life unnecessarily, this reverence for it, must become a deeply implanted part of his ethical standard. ↗
В един момент щеше да му се наложи да признае пред света какъв е. Да признае и пред себе си, че иска да каже нещо на хората и иска те да го чуят. Дълго време неговата мантра беше „не ми пука“. Тази фраза го характеризираше като личност, позволяваше му да работи в кафене „Бразилия“ срещу минимално заплащане, да излиза с момчета, в които не беше влюбен, и да прахосва вечерите си на места като къщата на Бето. В много отношения щеше да му е по-лесно да продължи да живее както досега, да се разпилява всяка вечер в алко- холна мъгла и наркотици, да прекарва нощите си на поля- ните пред чуждите къщи, да пише просто за удоволствие, за запълване на времето, да казва на хората, че е Ричард Хардинг, завършил университет, но без работа и без перс- пектива. Естествено, не можеше да я кара така цял живот, но можеше да продължи поне през следващите няколко години. Междувременно щеше да се наслаждава на утехата от „не ми пука“ и на естетическата свобода, присъща за живота, изпълнен с невъздържаност от всякакъв род. ↗
In her white dress she was like a cold light coming into the room. Stoner started involuntarily toward her and felt Finch’s hand on his arm, restraining him. Edith was pale, but she gave him a small smile. Then she was beside him, and they were walking together. A stranger with a round collar stood before them; he was short and fat and he had a vague face. He was mumbling words and looking at a white book in his hands. William heard himself responding to silences. He felt Edith trembling beside him. Then there was a long silence, and another murmur, and the sound of laughter. Someone said, “Kiss the bride! ↗
В Раджа се криеше някакво безпристрастие, някакво вътрешно спокойствие, което очевидно привличаше другите хора. Имаше много повече приятели от нея, но не полагаше никакви усилия 24 да ги опознае. Те се появяваха в стаята му по всяко време 25 на денонощието, искаха да говорят за книги, политика и филми или да му разкажат за личните си проблеми, и бяха толкова много, че за Клоуи си остана загадка защо избра тъкмо нея за своя приятелка. На практика можеше да бъде с всяка жена. Със сигурност – с всяка индийка. Но той избра нея – бяло момиче от предградията на Юга, кошмар за родителите му – индийци. ↗
