Analyze this.
Cipher
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I couldn’t agree more.
Aren’t people absurd! They never use the freedoms they do have but demand those they don’t have; they have freedom of thought, they demand freedom of speech.
-Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or.
Looking up.
The Red Clouds
As I approached the midnight hour
I took a look up into the
night sky
and saw a flush of red clouds
forming right above
me.
Winds were blowing and
trashing the trees that
lined the deserted roads,
a rain of brown leaves
swirling around
violently, almost uncontrollably.
I remember this sight as a child,
the red clouds that were always
accompanied by
invisible winds.
I remember Mother used to tell me
that the red clouds were the
souls of people ascending into
heaven, and that was where
we
would all go one day.
I remember being astonished,
at how my soul was
actually drenched in the
color of red.
But now I am older,
and I know
that the red clouds only
mean that
a storm is approaching.
Elle.
Une parole d’elle était une faveur, et sa conversation vous couvrait de baisers.
-Marcel Proust, «À la recherche du temps perdu»; «Le Côté de Guermantes».
Je.
J’estompe les peurs, je lime les rêves, je rogne les désirs.
-Simone de Beauvoir, «Les mandarins».
Qui?
Je ne suis personne, c’est facile à dire: je suis moi. Qui est-ce? où me rencontrer ? Il faudrait être de l’autre côté de toutes les portes, mais si c’est moi qui frappe, ils se tairont. J’ai senti soudain mon visage qui me brûlait, j’aurais voulu l’arracher.
-Simone de Beauvoir, «Les mandarins».
‘Oh!’
‘Ah!’
They came and fell together in a heap of crushed cardboard and spilled books.-David Lodge, Small World.
Identity.
“I am Kim. I am Kim. And what is Kim?” his soul repeated it again and again.
-Rudyard Kipling, Kim.
