Doomed if you do, doomed if you don't

"One human being had seemed to love him and he had denied her life and happiness: he had sentenced her to ignominy, a death of shame."

James Joyce, in Dubliners, A Painful Case [pg 325]

Recurrences

E volto a citar Joyce...

Foi para partir à descoberta disto e para o viver na sua plenitude, que James Joyce partiu da sua Irlanda, cortando com as fortes amarras da religião que o criou [também representada pela sua 'mother figure' — com toda a eventual carga simbólica que aí resida].

No entanto... dizem os entendidos... que JJ nunca 'saiu de Dublin'.

Na verdade... Nem nós, nem ninguém...

Certo?

A vida é  como as ondas do mar.

Voltam e tornam a voltar à costa.

"To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of beauty we have come to understand — that is art."

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce

of art

"To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of beauty we have come to understand — that is art."

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce  [pg 183]

of words

[...] "but yet it wounded him to think that he would never be but a shy guest at the feast of the world's culture and that the monkish learning, in terms of which he was striving to forge out an esthetic philosophy, was held no higher by the age he lived in than the subtle and curious jargons of heraldry and falconry. "

James Joyce, in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man [pg 158]

a rose is a rose is a rose

A prática da religião católica tem permitido aos seus mais fervorosos devotos e aficionados, ao longo dos tempos, elaborar sobre aquilo que seria o Inferno, esse ‘todo-devorador lago de chamas’.

Contra todas as leis da física e da biologia, a infinita capacidade imaginativa humana descreve, por linhas vis, a dimensão da culpa. Arma para contrariar, ou resfriar a, toda-poderosa, pulsão do prazer.

"Master and Margarita", de Viktor Lazarev