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Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

Book by Olga Tokarczuk · 4 quotes · Life, Huumori, Polish Literature

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“Augau nuostabioje epochoje, deja, ji jau praėjo. Žmonės buvo pasirengę dideliems pokyčiams ir gebėjo austi revoliucines vizijas. Šiandien jau niekas neturi drąsos sugalvoti ką nors nauja. Be paliovos tik kalbama, kaip yra, ir plėtojamos senos idėjos. Tikrovė paseno, suruko, nes juk paklūsta absoliučiai tiems patiems dėsniams kaip kiekvienas gyvas organizmas – sensta. Jos smulkiausi elementai – prasmės patiria apoptozę, kaip kūno ląstelės. Apoptozė – tai natūrali mirtis, kurią lemia nuovargis ir materijos išsekimas. Graikiškai šį žodį galima versti „žiedlapių numetimas“. Pasaulis numetė žiedlapius.”

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“I see everything as if in a dark mirror, as if through smoked glass. I view the world in the same way as others look at the Sun in eclipse. Thus I see the Earth in eclipse. I see us moving about blindly in eternal Gloom, like the May bugs trapped in a box by a cruel child. It's easy to harm and injure us, to smash up our intricately assembled, bizarre existence. I interpret everything as abnormal, terrible and threatening. I see nothing but Catastrophes. But as the Fall is the beginning, can we possibly fall even lower?”

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“It's clear that the largest things are contained in the smallest. There can be no doubt about it. At this very moment, as I write, there's a planetary configuration on this table, the entire Cosmos if you like: a thermometer, a coin, an aluminum spoon and a porcelain cup. A key, a mobile phone, a piece of paper and pen. And one of my grey hairs, whose atoms preserve the memory of the origins of life, of the cosmic Catastrophe that gave the world its beginning.”

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