Clerambault: The Story of an Independent Spirit During the WarHolt, 1921 - 286 páginas |
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Página 115 - ... the unity of the nation, to abolish the central authority, was a deliberate fake. Marx purposely used the words: "The unity of the nation was ... to be organized," so as to oppose conscious, democratic proletarian centralism to bourgeois, military, bureaucratic centralism. But . . . there are none so deaf as those who will not hear. And the very thing the opportunists of present-day...
Página 76 - Holland dislikes. A grave danger, he thinks, lurks in our worship of abstract ideas. "Humanity does not dare to massacre itself from interested motives. It is not proud of its interests, but it does pride itself upon its ideas, which are a thousand times more deadly. Man sees his own superiority in his ideas, and will fight for them; but herein I perceive his folly, for this warlike idealism is a disease peculiar to him, and its effects are similar to those of alcoholism; they add enormously to wickedness...
Página 258 - So all these worthy folks passed sentence on a fellowcitizen on the slightest information ; it was not the first time, and it will not be the last.
Página 194 - They were just a handful of people without means of action, and every day seemed to give the lie to their ideas, but they appeared more contented as things grew worse. Their hope was in the worst, that mad belief proper to fanatical and oppressed minorities ; Anti-Christ was to bring back Christ; the new order would rise when the crimes of the old had brought it to ruin; and it did not disturb them that they and their dreams might be swept away also.
Página 13 - Jaures to be the only man who could avert the gathering storm, and he fallen, like Atlas, the sky would crumble. Maxime rushed off to the station to get the news in Paris, promising to come back later in the evening, but Clerambault stayed in the isolated house, from which in the distance could be seen the far-off phosphorescence of the city. He had not stirred from the seat where he had fallen stupified.
Página 4 - Parisian surroundings he had been quick to acquire the gift of rapid, humorous observation, dwelling on the outside view of men and things more than on ideas. Even in those he loved, nothing ridiculous escaped him, but it was without ill-nature. Clerambault smiled at the youthful impertinence which did not diminish Maxime's admiration for his father but rather added to its flavour. A boy in Paris would tweak the Good Lord by the beard, by way of showing affection...
Página 142 - Clerambault's mind; he was cast down but strengthened at the same time. He suffered because he had spoken, and yet he felt that he should speak again, for he had ceased to belong to himself. His written word held and constrained him; he was bound by his thought as soon as it was published. " That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Página 30 - For our psychology stops at that part of self which emerges from the soil, noting minutely individual differences, but forgetting that this is only the top of the plant, that nine-tenths are buried, the feet held by those of other plants. This profound, or lower, region of the soul is ordinarily below the threshold of consciousness, the mind feels nothing of it; but the war, by waking up this underground life, revealed moral relationships which no one had suspected.