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كان بورخيس يَرى في اَلْعَمى لونًا أصفرًا لأن ما عَلِقَ في ذاكرتِهِ نَمِرٌ ما أو قد يكون نَمِر ويليم بليك، ولكن أنا المُبصر أرى الظُلْمةَ دومًا، وفيلقًا من الأمواتِ يَركض داخلي، إنني مُتهم بقضيةِ: قتل الحياة وكل ما هو حيويٌّ ومُبهِجٌ. فهل رأيت نمرًا أم غراب إدغار آلان بو؟
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I have found that, in the composition of the human body as compared with the bodies of animals, the organs of sense are duller and coarser. Thus, it is composed of less ingenious instruments, and of spaces less capacious for receiving the faculties of sense.
— translation from Introduction à la méthode de Léonard de Vinci by paul valery.
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“Le style est la maestria de la parole. Et cette maestria est tout. Dans le monde de l’esprit, les vérités platement exprimées ne persistent pas, alors que les erreurs et les paradoxes enveloppés de charme et de doute s’installent dans la quasi-éternité des valeurs – on sait que ces dernières ne sont que des paroles auxquelles nous consentons bien, tous voient la forme avant l’idée.”
— Emil Cioran.
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the ancient practise of bloodletting, encyclopedia of domestic medicine and surgery. 1844.
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So many things I should Relate
and yet I keep them from you.
It seems
My tongue well-nigh refuses mortal talk,
Rejects all words that speak in vain.
Behold! my best beloved, it is otherwise with me And soon I’ll breathe more easily, and as the snow On Etna’s peak, exposed there to the sunlight, Grows warm and glistens, starts to melt,
Then plunges till the rainbow, goddess Iris, blooms
And spans her cheerful bridge across the waterfall, thus The thaw and plunging of the waters from my heart, thus The tumbling echoes here of all that time heaped up in me And all that’s heavy falls, and falls, and brightly flowers Ethereal life above me.
— Friedrich Hölderlin, The Death of Empedocles.
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“Come, gentle reader, leave all meaner things
To low ambition, and the pride of kings.
Let us, since life can little more supply
Than just to look about us, and to die;
Expatiate free o’er all this scene of Man,
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.
A wild, where weeds and flow’rs promiscuous shoot;
Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield;
The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore,
Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar:
Eye nature’s walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can,
But vindicate the ways of God to man.”
— Alexander Pope, an essay on man.
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"Sins against nature are more problematic and less satisfying, so much so that one cannot even say that they procure pleasure, since true pleasure is only that which is according to nature. But when Nature abandons a man, everything is turned on its head! Therefore, not only are such passions satanic, but their lives are diabolic."
— St John Chrysostom
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modern man deafens himself with music in order not to harken himself.
— Nicolás Gómez Dávila
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“The more lofty philosophical man who is surrounded by loneliness, not because he wishes to be alone, but because he is what he is, and cannot find his equal: what a number of dangers and torments are reserved for him, precisely at the present time, when we have lost our belief in the order of rank, and consequently no longer understand how to honour this isolation! Formerly the sage almost sanctified himself in the consciences of the mob by going aside in this way; to-day the anchorite sees himself as though enveloped in a cloud of gloomy doubt and suspicions. And not alone by the envious and the wretched: in every well-meant act that he experiences he is bound to discover misunderstanding, neglect, and superficiality. He knows the crafty tricks of foolish pity which makes these people feel so good and holy when they attempt to save him from his own destiny, by giving him more comfortable situations and more decent and reliable society. Yes, he will even get to admire the unconscious lust of destruction with which all mediocre spirits “stand up and oppose him, believing all the while that they have a holy right to do so! For men of such incomprehensible loneliness it is necessary to put a good stretch of country between them and the officiousness of their fellows: this is part of their prudence. For such a man to maintain himself uppermost to-day amid the dangerous maelstroms of the age which threaten to draw him under, even cunning and disguise will be necessary. Every attempt he makes to order his life in the present and with the present, every time he draws near to these men and their modern desires, he will have to expiate as if it were an actual sin: and withal he may look with wonder at the concealed wisdom of his nature, which after every one of these attempts immediately leads him back to himself by means of illnesses and painful accidents.”
— Nietzsche, The Will to Power
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“Le raffinement sexuel est la mort de la nation. L’exploitation maximum d’un plaisir instantané; sa prolongation au-delà des limites de la nature; le conflit entre les exigences des sens et les méthodes de l’intelligence sont les expressions d’un style décadent, qui se définit par la capacité malheureuse de l’individu à manœuvrer ses réflexes.”
— emil cioran, de la france.
