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On Grief And Reason: Essays

This book delves into the complexities of grief, examining how individuals navigate the emotional and intellectual aspects of loss. more

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Joseph Brodsky
Joseph Brodsky

Joseph Brodsky (May 24, 1940 - January 28, 1996) was a prominent poet of the 20th century, known for his profound thoughts and unique poetic style. His works cover a wide range of themes, including personal experiences, historical events, and philosophical reflections. Brodsky's poetry is characterized by its beautiful language and philosophical depth, and has had a profound impact on literature worldwide. more

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“My love, I caught sight of you a few moments ago, deep in conversation with a very sober-looking man, and I thought here is a bureaucrat sent by Reality to demand a full accounting, to investigate us on suspicion of fraud... on suspicion of being happy. Yes, there is something scandalous, something privileged and elitist about our love, because two people happily in love always turn their backs on the world; and so I am afraid. (From Laura’s note).”

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“No, he focused on the one thing that he knew would keep him grounded the way the demon said he'd need to be. "Take your brother outside as fast as you can - don't look back. Now, Dean, go!" Sam's not dying. Not on my watch. You protect your family no matter what. I'm coming for you, Sammy. Just hold tight. And don't look back. He opened his eyes. Behind him, he could hear Kat's voice muttering an incantation in a language he didn't recognize. It wasn't Latin, certainly. Since it was demon magic, it was probably some language that was even more dead than Latin. The chanting stopped. Dean screamed.”