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The Success Genome Unravelled: Turning men from rot to rock

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“With their pride of controlled selfhood, their inner discipline, such players made us a little ashamed of our glad acceptance of democratic values. We had been content to think of our time as the age of the little man. By the light shed from these giant contrasts, we felt (but never, I am afraid, admitted) that ours was the age of the dwarf. Such adventures in uniqueness were rare beyond the stage door.”

ActorsPost WarEnglish TheatreHeroic Acting
Book:He That Plays the King: A View of the Theatre
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“Знаете ли вы украинскую ночь? О, вы не знаете украинской ночи! Всмотритесь в нее. С середины неба глядит месяц. Необъятный небесный свод раздался, раздвинулся еще необъятнее. Горит и дышит он. Земля вся в серебряном свете; и чудный воздух и прохладно-душен, и полон неги, и движет океан благоуханий. Божественная ночь! Очаровательная ночь! Недвижно, вдохновенно стали леса, полные мрака, и кинули огромную тень от себя. Тихи и покойны эти пруды; холод и мрак вод их угрюмо заключен в темно-зеленые стены садов. Девственные чащи черемух и черешен пугливо протянули свои корни в ключевой холод и изредка лепечут листьями, будто сердясь и негодуя, когда прекрасный ветреник — ночной ветер, подкравшись мгновенно, целует их. Весь ландшафт спит. А вверху все дышит, все дивно, все торжественно. А на душе и необъятно, и чудно, и толпы серебряных видений стройно возникают в ее глубине. Божественная ночь! Очаровательная ночь! И вдруг все ожило: и леса, и пруды, и степи. Сыплется величественный гром украинского соловья, и чудится, что и месяц заслушался его посереди неба... Как очарованное, дремлет на возвышении село. Еще белее, еще лучше блестят при месяце толпы хат; еще ослепительнее вырезываются из мрака низкие их стены. Песни умолкли. Все тихо. Благочестивые люди уже спят. Где-где только светятся узенькие окна. Перед порогами иных только хат запоздалая семья совершает свой поздний ужин… («Майская ночь, или утопленница», Н.В. Гоголь)”

NightUkraineукраинаночь
Author:Gogol -N
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“The bodies were not lying here and there throughout the room, but piled in a mass to the ceiling. The reason for this was that the gas first inundated the lower layers of air and rose slowly towards the ceiling. This forced the victims to trample one another in a frantic effort to escape the gas. Yet a few feet higher up the gas reached them. What a struggle for life there must have been! Nevertheless it was merely a matter of two or three minutes' respite. If they had been able to think about what they were doing, they would have realized they were trampling their own children, their wives, their relatives. But they couldn't think. Their gestures were no more than the reflexes of the instinct of self-preservation. I noticed that the bodies of the women, the children, and the aged were at the bottom of the pile; at the top, the strongest. Their bodies, which were covered with scratches and bruises from the struggle against each other, were often interlaced. Blood oozed from their noses and mouths; their faces, bloated and blue, were so deformed as to be almost unrecognizable. Nevertheless some of the Sonderkommando often did recognize their kin.The encounter was not easy, and I dreaded it myself. I had no reason to be there, and yet I had come down to be among the dead. I felt it my duty to my people and to the entire world to be able to give an accurate account of what I had seen if ever, by some miraculous whim of fate, I should escape.”

HolocaustGas Chambers
Book:Auschwitz: A Doctor's Eyewitness Account
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