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The End of the Road - Bilingual quotes that celebrate the beauty of language, showcasing meaningful expressions in two unique perspectives.
"The End of the Road" is a compelling exploration of the human experience, focusing on themes of destiny, choice, and the journey of life. The narrative follows the protagonist as they navigate a series of challenges and encounters that force them to confront their beliefs and values. The road serves as a powerful metaphor for life's unpredictable nature, where each twist and turn presents new opportunities and obstacles. As the story unfolds, characters reveal their desires and regrets, illustrating how past decisions can shape one’s current reality. The author masterfully weaves together moments of introspection and external conflict, allowing readers to reflect on their own life paths. Throughout the journey, relationships evolve, highlighting the importance of connection and understanding in overcoming adversity. Ultimately, "The End of the Road" leaves readers pondering the idea of closure and the importance of embracing change. The book invites a contemplation of what it means to reach the end of a journey while suggesting that every end is, in fact, a new beginning. Its rich symbolism and relatable characters create a resonant experience that encourages deep reflection and personal growth.
My classes commenced on the seventh of September, a tall blue day as crisp as the white starched blouses of the coeds who filed into my classroom and nervously took their seats. Standing behind the lectern at eight o'clock sharp, suit fresh-pressed and chin scraped clean, I felt my nostrils flare like a stud's at the nubby tight sex of them, flustered and pink-scrubbed, giggling and moist; my tighs flexed, and I yawned ferociously.
John Barth The End of the Road
My classes commenced on the seventh of September, a tall blue day as crisp as the white starched blouses of the coeds who filed into my classroom and nervously took their seats. Standing behind the lectern at eight o'clock sharp, suit fresh-pressed and chin scraped clean, I felt my nostrils flare like a stud's at the nubby tight sex of them, flustered and pink-scrubbed, giggling and moist; my tighs flexed, and I yawned ferociously.
There was no reason to do anything. My eyes, like Winckelmann, improperly said of the Greek statues, were without gaze, fixed to eternity, aimed at the ultimate goal, and when things are thus there is no reason to do anything, not even to adjust the fire of their eyes. Which is perhaps the reason why the statues are stopped. I was struck by the "cosmopsis" disease, the cosmic view. When one has this disease he stiffens like the frog when the hunter's light strikes it in the eyes; Except that with Cosmopsis there is neither hunter nor a quick hand that puts an end at the moment - there is only the light.
John Barth The End of the Road
There was no reason to do anything. My eyes, like Winckelmann, improperly said of the Greek statues, were without gaze, fixed to eternity, aimed at the ultimate goal, and when things are thus there is no reason to do anything, not even to adjust the fire of their eyes. Which is perhaps the reason why the statues are stopped. I was struck by the "cosmopsis" disease, the cosmic view. When one has this disease he stiffens like the frog when the hunter's light strikes it in the eyes; Except that with Cosmopsis there is neither hunter nor a quick hand that puts an end at the moment - there is only the light.
Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story. Hamlet could be told from Polonius's point of view and called The Tragedy of Polonius, Lord Chamberlain of Denmark. He didn't think he was a minor character in anything, I daresay.
John Barth The End of the Road
Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story. Hamlet could be told from Polonius's point of view and called The Tragedy of Polonius, Lord Chamberlain of Denmark. He didn't think he was a minor character in anything, I daresay.
Articulation! There, by Joe, was MY absolute, if I could be said to have one. At any rate, it is the only thing I can think of about which I ever had, with any frequency at all, the feelings one usually has for one's absolutes. To turn experience into speech - that is, to classify, to categorize, to conceptualize, to grammarize, to syntactify it - is always a betrayal of experience, a falsification of it; but only so betrayed can it be dealt with at all, and only in so dealing with it did I ever feel a man, alive and kicking.
John Barth The End of the Road
Articulation! There, by Joe, was MY absolute, if I could be said to have one. At any rate, it is the only thing I can think of about which I ever had, with any frequency at all, the feelings one usually has for one's absolutes. To turn experience into speech - that is, to classify, to categorize, to conceptualize, to grammarize, to syntactify it - is always a betrayal of experience, a falsification of it; but only so betrayed can it be dealt with at all, and only in so dealing with it did I ever feel a man, alive and kicking.
path's should be laid where people walk, instead of walking where paths are laid
John Barth The End of the Road
path's should be laid where people walk, instead of walking where paths are laid
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