è solo martedì.
As you know, I think differently: no life beyond, just here and now, then darkness everlasting (exactly as Martin Eden thought before meeting her).
Nevertheless, in the meantime, you can (almost) say TGIF.Dichtung
Thanks God I'm Fool.Buona giornata!
Tell me more about Martin Eden. Her who?
He had met the woman at last - the woman that he had thought little about, not being given to thinking about women, but whom he had expected, in a remote way, he would sometime meet...
...Her body was more than the garb of her spirit. It was an emanation of her spirit, a pure and gracious crystallization of her divine essence. This feeling of the divine startled him. It shocked him from his dreams to sober thought. No word, no clew, no hint, of the divine had ever reached him before. He had never believed in the divine. He had always been irreligious, scoffing good-naturedly at the sky-pilots and their immortality of the soul...
...There was no life beyond, he had contended; it was here and now, then darkness everlasting. But what he had seen in her eyes was soul - immortal soul that could never die. No man he had known, nor any woman, had given him the message of immortality. But she had. She had whispered it to him the first moment she looked at him...
...Her face shimmered before his eyes as he walked along, - pale and serious, sweet and sensitive, smiling with pity and tenderness as only a spirit could smile, and pure as he had never dreamed purity could be. Her purity smote him like a blow. It startled him. He had known good and bad; but purity, as an attribute of existence, had never entered his mind. And now, in her, he conceived purity to be the superlative of goodness and of cleanness, the sum of which constituted eternal life.
Turning now to the answer to your question. She is Ruth, a rich university student. He is Martin, an uneducated hardworking laborer who starts to study grammar and to read thousands of books to get an education and to become a writer only to get closer to her. A rise from poverty to wealth and fame. You might say: so far nothing special.
Wrong: eventually he experiences the despair due to her inability to love, the loss of faith in human nature. Since he no longer belongs to the working class, and at the same time he rejects the materialistic values of the world he worked so hard to join, he also suffers from class alienation. Actually I prefer not to interpret "Martin Eden" as a classical case of rise and fall, rather as the struggle between the two ways of spending your life, either by living it (straight, without questions, doubts or unrest) or by observing it and analyzing it (and not living it).
Mi mancavano i tuoi fluviali commenti, Dichtung! In pratica è come aver letto il libro, e te ne sono grata. Quanto alla 'big question' (vivere o descrivere la vita), chissà, magari siamo tutti meno schizzati di quanto pensiamo. Io però penso troppo e quindi mi blocco spesso sull'osservazione della vita.
Scusa la prolissità (in realtà all'80% citazione, spero fosse chiaro), ma si trattava non di un libro, bensì de IL LIBRO. Ovviamente anch'io appartengo al secondo gruppo con fugaci puntate nel primo.Dichtung
E' divertentissimo che in un post con 'Dio è solo martedì' ci siano 14 commenti! Vedo di procurarmi IL LIBRO in biblioteca. Secondo me il fatto che siamo osservatrici più che vivitrici dipende molto dal nostro status di figlie uniche. More later.
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