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Julian Barnes

The Noise of Time

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    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    Destiny. It was just a grand term for something you could do nothing about. When life said to you, ‘And so,’ you nodded, and called it destiny.
    Артём Макарскийmembuat kutipan5 tahun yang lalu
    He was not a believer. But he had been baptised, and sometimes, when he passed an open church, he would light a candle for his family. And he knew his Bible well. So he was familiar with the notion of sin; also with its public mechanism.
    Ирина Шевелёваmembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    idyll, by definition, only becomes an idyll once it has ended
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    He was no longer afraid of being killed – that was true, and should have been an advantage. He knew he would be allowed to live, and receive the best medical attention. But, in a way, that was worse. Because it is always possible to bring the living to a lower point. You cannot say that of the dead.
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    And of course, the intransigent logic ran in the opposite direction as well. If you saved yourself, you might also save those around you, those you loved. And since you would do anything in the world to save those you loved, you did anything in the world to save yourself. And because there was no choice, equally there was no possibility of avoiding moral corruption.
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    He wrote music for everyone and no one. He wrote music for those who best appreciated the music he wrote, regardless of social origin. He wrote music for the ears that could hear. And he knew, therefore, that all true definitions of art are circular, and all untrue definitions of art ascribe to it a specific function.
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time.
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    Art belongs to everybody and nobody. Art belongs to all time and no time. Art belongs to those who create it and those who savour it.
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    Could irony protect his music? In so far as music remained a secret language which allowed you to smuggle things past the wrong ears. But it could not exist only as a code: sometimes you ached to say things straightforwardly.
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    The natural progression of human life is from optimism to pessimism; and a sense of irony helps temper pessimism, helps produce balance, harmony.
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    There was much to be said for silence, that place where words run out and music begins; also, where music runs out.
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    Of course, no one dies at exactly the correct moment: some too early, some too late. A few get the year more or less right, but then choose completely the wrong date.
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    What could be put up against the noise of time? Only that music which is inside ourselves – the music of our being – which is transformed by some into real music. Which, over the decades, if it is strong and true and pure enough to drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the whisper of history.
    Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    However, he seemed to have misunderstood: the bad luck 1972 intended for him was not his dying, rather his continued living.
    Vladimirmembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    revered
    Vladimirmembuat kutipan5 tahun yang lalu
    Because, though tyranny might be paranoid, it was not necessarily stupid. If it were stupid, it would not survive; just as if it had principles, it would not survive. Tyranny understood how some parts – the weak parts – of most people worked.
    iyoulkamembuat kutipan5 tahun yang lalu
    He swam in honours like a shrimp in shrimp-cocktail sauce.
    Артём Макарскийmembuat kutipan5 tahun yang lalu
    He sang gypsy romances, songs like ‘Ah, It Is Not You I Love So Passionately’, and ‘The Chrysanthemums in the Garden Have Long Since Faded’.
    lupashkomembuat kutipan5 tahun yang lalu
    at what point does pessimism become desolation?
    lupashkomembuat kutipan5 tahun yang lalu
    Sarcasm was irony which had lost its soul
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