Niels LyhneAmerican-Scandinavian Foundation, 1919 - 284 стор. |
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Сторінка 120 - Dearest, dearest! I shall be one of those who fight for the greatest, and I promise you that I shall not fail, that I shall always be faithful to myself and my gift. Nothing but the best shall be good enough. No compromise, mother! When I weigh what I have done and feel that it isn't sterling, or when I hear that it's got a crack or a flaw— into the melting-pot it goes! Every single work must be my best!
Сторінка 196 - ... and without reserve" (175).27 So they surrender themselves to their passion with catastrophic results. In a few months of marriage their love has burnt itself out, and they face each other in disenchantment and disgust. This outcome is explained by the author in the following comment: His love was as strong as hers, but it lacked the fine, manly tenderness that protects the loved woman against herself and watches over her dignity. Dimly he felt it as a duty, which called him sometimes in a faint,...
Сторінка 281 - ... Clarens, and the evening zephyrs of Lake Garda. But when he began to think of human beings, his soul sickened again. He summoned them in review before him, one by one, and they all passed and left him alone, and not one stayed with him. But how far had he held fast to them? Had he been true? Had he only been slower in letting go, that was all. No, it was not that. It was the dreary truth that a soul is always alone. Every belief in the fusing of soul with soul was a lie. Not your mother who took...
Сторінка 47 - ... people do: they close their eyes to the realities and stop their ears when life cries No to their wishes. They want to forget the deep chasm fate has placed between them and the object of their ardent longing. They want their dreams to be fulfilled. But life takes no account of dreams. There is not a single obstacle that can be dreamed out of the world, and in the end we lie there crying at the edge of the chasm, which hasn't changed and is just where it always was. But we have changed, for we...