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The Mayor of Casterbridge

This novel delves into the life of Michael Henchard, a man whose actions have far-reaching consequences for himself and those around him. Set in the fictional town of Casterbridge, the story examines the complexities of human nature and the impact of one's decisions on their future. more

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Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy, a British novelist born on June 2, 1840, and died on January 11, 1928, is renowned for his novels that depict rural life, reflecting the social changes in 19th-century England. His works often carry a sense of pessimism, depicting the fates of characters with sympathy. more

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“A few words in defense of military scientists. I agree that squad leaders are in the best position to know what and how much their men and women need to bring on a given mission. But you want those squad leaders to be armed with knowledge, and not all knowledge comes from experience. Sometimes it comes from a pogue at USUHS who’s been investigating the specific and potentially deadly consequences of a bodybuilding supplement. Or an army physiologist who puts men adrift in life rafts off the dock at a Florida air base and discovers that wetting your uniform cools you enough to conserve 74 percent more of your body fluids per hour. Or the Navy researcher who comes up with a way to speed the recovery time from travelers’ diarrhea. These things matter when it’s 115 degrees and you’re trying to keep your troops from dehydrating to the point of collapse. There’s no glory in the work. No one wins a medal. And maybe someone should.”

“Apoi, pe când toată camera era invadată de soare, R. a strălucit, a strălucit așa cum n-o mai făcuse cred niciodată, și asta a fost confirmarea că m-am întors în timp, și încă nu se construiseră toate bălăriile în Vamă, ea avea 14 ani și era barmaniță de vară, iar tufișul meu scuipător de păsări încă mai trăia, era acolo, unde azi stătuse suedezul la coadă să-și ia clătite, dar îl dăduseră p**dele pofticioase afară din rând, și habar n-am de ce și-a dus un deget la buzele ei cărnoase și a făcut “șșșt”, era inutil, fiindcă nu-mi trecuse prin cap să vorbesc, nu aveam ce să spun. Era suficient să simt.”

“He told me a tale of woefulness, one upon a time the heaven woke up and the silence spoke, then came the separation, the agony began, the fear and questions came, and I wept, tears I had never known before. since then the days are falling and abandoned, we walk facing the sun but the shadow is behind us and follow us.”