If culture did not filter, it would be inane — as inane as the formless, boundless Internet is on its own. And if we all possessed the boundless knowledge of the Web, we would be idiots! Culture is an instrument for making a hierarchical system of intellectual labor.
Umberto EcoINTERVIEWER
Do you believe in God?
ECO
Why does one love a certain person one day and discover the next day that the love is gone? Feelings, alas, disappear without justification, and often without a trace.
INTERVIEWER
If you don’t believe in God, then why have you written at such great length about religion?
ECO
Because I do believe in religion. Human beings are religious animals, and such a characteristic feature of human behavior cannot be ignored or dismissed.
Pengetahuan Tuhan mewujud dalam pengetahuan manusia
Umberto EcoPengetahuan tidak hanya terdiri atas mengenai apa yang harus dan dapat kita lakukan, tetapi juga tahu apa yang mungkin tidak usah dilakukan
(Kata Willian dalam The Name of the Rose)
The list could surely go on, and there is nothing more wonderful than a list, instrument of wondrous hypotyposis.
Umberto EcoThe monkish vows keep us far from that sink of vice that is the female body, but often they bring us close to other errors. Can I finally hide from myself the fact that even today my old age is still stirred by the noonday demon when my eyes, in choir, happen to linger on the beardless face of a novice, pure and fresh as a maiden's?
Umberto EcoTags: lust sin misogyny hypocrisy homosexuality vice monks pedophilia
Aspirar a algo que no tendrás jamás, ¿es ésta la agudeza del más generoso entre los deseos?
Umberto EcoTags: aspiraciones deseo
Quase inebriado,gozava então da sua presença nas coisas que via,e através delas desejava-a,satisfazendo-me à vista delas.E,no entanto,sentia uma dor,porque ao mesmo tempo sofria por uma ausência,mesmo sendo feliz com tantos fantasmas de uma presença.
Umberto EcoAgora selo o que não devia ser dito,no túmulo em que me torno.
Umberto EcoMas talvez naquele momento ele não tenha sido capaz de nenhum cálculo,o grito que lhe saiu da boca era o grito de sua alma e nele e com ele descarregava anos de longos e secretos remorsos.Ou seja,após uma vida de incertezas,entusiasmos e desilusões,vilezas e traições,posto diante da inelutabilidade de sua ruína,ele decidia professar a fé de sua juventude,sem mais perguntar se era justa ou errada,mas para mostrar a si mesmo que era capaz de alguma fé.
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