No human being can go on living in the same house with a pigeon, a pigeon is the epitomy of chaos and anarchy, a pigeon that whizzes around unpredictably, that sets it's claws in you, picks at your eyes..
Patrick Süskindالرب يمنحنا أيام عسر وايام يسر، لكنه لا يريد منّا في أيام العسر أن نندب وننعى وإنما أن نتصرف برجولة
Patrick Süskindإن تعاسة الإنسان تنتج من كونه لا يريد أن يقبع ساكناً في غرفته هناك حيث يجب أن يكون.
Patrick Süskindالمشي يهدئ الأعصاب ،في المشي تكمن قوة شافية. هذه الرتابة في تحريك قدم بعد الأخرى بإيقاع متزن مع التلويح بالذراعين على الجانبين، هذا التسارع في تردد النفس والنشاط الخفيف في النبض ، ذلك التوظيف الضروري للعينين والأذنين لتحديد الاتجاه والمحافظة على التوازن ، هذا الشعور بالهواء الذي يهف على الجلد، كل هذه أشياء تضطر الروح والجسد للتوحد بطريقة حتمية،وتترك الروح، حتى لو كانت في أشد حالاتها غياباً وتثاقلاً، تنمو وتتسع.
Patrick Süskind...his sleep, though deep as death itself, was not dreamless this time, but threaded with ghostly wisps of dreams. These wisps were clearly recognizable as scraps of odors. At first they merely floated in thin threads past Grenouille's nose, but then they grew thicker, more cloudlike. And now it seemed as if he were standing in the middle of a moor from which fog was rising. The fog slowly climbed higher. Soon Grenouille was completely wrapped in fog, saturated with fog, and it seemed he could not get his breath for the foggy vapor. If he did not want to suffocate, he would have to breathe the fog in. And the fog was, as noted, an odor. And Grenouille knew what kind of odor. The fog ws his own odor. His, Grenouille's, own body odor was the fog.
And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that his odor was his odor, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!
Tag: odor
We are familiar with people who seek out solitude: penitents, failures, saints, or prophets. They retreat to deserts, preferably, where they live on locusts and honey. Others, however, live in caves or cells on remote islands; some-more spectacularly-squat in cages mounted high atop poles swaying in the breeze. They do this to be nearer God. Their solitude is a self-moritification by which they do penance. They act in the belief that they are living a life pleasing to God. Or they wait months, years, for their solitude to be broken by some divine message that they hope then speedily to broadcast among mankind.
Grenouille's case was nothing of the sort. There was not the least notion of God in his head. He was not doing penance or wating for some supernatural inspiration. He had withdrawn solely for his own pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid. He lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating-and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake lived in the wide world outside.
Tag: solitude
He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.
Patrick SüskindHe was not bound. No one led him by the arm. He got out of the carriage as if he were a free man.
Patrick SüskindHe possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death: the invincible power to command the love of mankind. There was only one thing that power could not do: it could not make him able to smell himself.
Patrick Süskindسبب تعاسة الإنسان يكمن في أنّه لا يريد الركون إلى حجرته حيث يجب أن يكون.
Patrick Süskind« prima precedente
Pagina 2 di 10.
prossimo ultimo »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.