Belinsky: 'Who is this Moloch that eats his children?'
Herzen: 'It's the Ginger Cat.
GUIL: It [Hamlet's madness] really boils down to symptoms. Pregnant replies, mystic allusions, mistaken identities, arguing his father is his mother, that sort of thing; intimations of suicide, forgoing of exercise, loss of mirth, hints of claustrophobia not to say delusions of imprisonment; invocations of camels, chameleons, capons, whales, weasels, hawks, handsaws -- riddles, quibbles and evasions; amnesia, paranoia, myopia; day-dreaming, hallucinations; stabbing his elders, abusing his parents, insulting his lover, and appearing hatless in public -- knock-kneed, droop-stockinged and sighing like a love-sick schoolboy, which at his age is coming on a bit strong.
ROS: And talking to himself.
GUIL: And talking to himself.
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Бог, в понимании Шеллинга, — это космос, единство природы, которое пробивается к сознанию, и человек — первая победа на этом пути, животные дышат ему в затылок, овощи несколько отстают, а камням пока ещё нечем похвастаться.
Tom StoppardТатьяна. Отправляйся к ней. Она тебе явно дороже нас, раз она тебя так хорошо понимает.
Михаил. То есть в целом вы не согласны с её анализом?
Александра. В целом она может пойти и повеситься.
Эмма. Я хотела кое-что спросить у вас, но вы можете рассердиться.
Тургенев. Тем не менее я вам отвечу. Нет.
Эмма. Но вы же не знаете, что я собиралась спросить?
Тургенев. Не знаю. Но теперь вы можете подогнать свой вопрос к моему ответу.
ROS: Why don't you go and have a look?
GUIL: Pragmatism?! - is that all you have to offer?
GUIL: A scientific approach to the examination of phenomena is a defence against the pure emotion of fear
Tom StoppardI learned three things in Zurich during the war. I wrote them down. Firstly, you’re either a revolutionary or you’re not, and if you’re not you might as well be an artist as anything else. Secondly, if you can’t be an artist, you might as well be a revolutionary... I forget the third thing.
Tom StoppardAtheism is a crutch for those who cannot bear the reality of God.
Tom StoppardTags: god atheism opiate-of-the-people
We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?
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