book 6 | the driver of that old wooden boat

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cul·ture

   

 noun, verb, -tured, -tur·ing.

the sum total of ways of living built up by a group of human beings and transmitted from one generation to another

    

sources: 

Jean A. D. Ingres paintings

www.dictionary.com

www.rebetika.splinder.com

http://gym-kranid.arg.sch.gr/paradosiaka/html/riksimo_kaikioy.html

book 5 | fall, not fall..

fall (noun) is one of the four temperate seasons                                                                                                                                          
fall (verb) to drop or descend under the force of gravity, as to a lowerplace through loss or lack of support / to pass into some physical, mental, or emotional condition  

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"I have a feeling that you're riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind.... It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.' Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don't know."

....

"This fall I think you're riding for - it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started."

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"Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry."

J. D Salinger - A catcher in the rye -  Chapters 24 & 26

book 4 | look Holden! it's raining..

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book 3 | there was a lovely pink light over everything

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"...And she very rarely laughed. Only when she told him about an absurd little kitten she once had, who used to roar and pretend to be a lion when it was given meat to eat. Things like that made her laugh... But as a rule they sat together very quietly; he, just as he was sitting now, and she with her hands folded in her lap and her feet tucked under, talking in low tones, or silent and tired after the day's work. Of course, she never asked him about his pictures and of course he made the most wonderful drawings of her which she hated because he made her so thin and so dark... But how he could get to know her? This might go on for years...
   Then he discovered that once a week, in the evenings, she went out shopping. On two successive Thursdays she came to the window wearing an old-fashioned cape over the pinafore, and carrying a basket. From where he sat he could not see the door of her house, but on the next Thursday evening at the same time he snatched up his cap and ran down the stairs. There was a pink lovely light over everything. He saw it glowing in the river, and the people walking towards him had pink faces and pink hands.
   He leaned against the side of his house waiting for her and he had no idea of what he was going to do or say. 'Here she comes', said a voice in his head. She walked very quickly, with small, light steps; with one hand she carried the basket, with the other she kept the cape together... What could he do? He could only follow... First, she went into the grocer's and spent a long time in there, and then she went into the butcher's where she had to wait her turn. Then she was an age at the draper's matching something, and then she went to the fruit shop and bought a lemon. As he watched her he knew more surely than ever he must get to know her, now. Her composure, her seriousness and her loneliness, the very way she walked as though she was eager to be done with this world of grown-ups, all was so natural to him and so inevitable.
  'Yes, she is always like that', he thought proudly. 'We have nothing to do with these people'.
 But now she was on her way home and he was as far as ever. She suddenly turned into the dairy and he saw her through the window buying an egg. She picked it out of the basket with such care - a brown one, a beautiful shaped one, the one he would have chosen.  And when she came out of the dairy he went in after her. In a moment he was out again, and following her past his house across the flower market, dodging among the huge umbrellas and treading on the fallen flowers and the round marks where the pots had stood... Through her door he crept, and up the stairs after, taking care to tread in time with her so that she could not notice. Finally, she stopped on the landing, and took the key out of her purse. As she put it into the door he run up and faced her.
  Blushing more crimson than ever, but looking at her severely, he said almost angrily: 'Excuse me, Mademoiselle, you dropped this.'
  And he handed her an egg. "

words: katherine mansfield ' Feuille d'Album' - 1920

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book 2 | a day called pieces of all

From a CHRISTOPHER ISHERWOOD STORY ''PRATER VIOLET'' written in 1945

''You have never been inside a film studio before? '' 

'' Only once, years ago''.

'' It will interest you as a phenomenon. You see, the film studio of today is really the palace of the sixteenth century.

There one sees what Shakespeare saw; the absolute power of the tyrant, the courtiers, the flatterers, the jesters, the cunningly ambitious intrigues.

There are fantastically beautiful women. There are incompetent favorites. 

There are great man who are suddenly

disgraced. There is an insane extravagance and unexpected parsimony over a few pence. There is enormous splendor, which is a sham; and horrible squalor hidden behind the scenery. 

There are vast schemes, abandoned because of some caprice.

There are secrets which everybody knows and no one speaks of. There are even one or two honest advisers. These are the court fools, who speak the deepest wisdom in puns, lest they should be taken seriously. 

They grimace, tear their hear privately and weep.''

greatness (ADJECTIVE):
(Definition from Wikipedia)


is a concept of a state of superiority affecting a person, object or place. The concept carries the implication that the particular person or object, when compared to others of a similar type, has clear and perceivable advantage. As a descriptive term it is most often applied to a person or their work, and may be qualified or unqualified. 

sham

 (NOUN):

(Definition from the Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary)

1 [singular] a situation, feeling, system, etc. that is not as good or true as it seems to be2 [countable, usually singular] a person who pretends to be something that they are not3 [uncountable] behaviour, feelings, words, etc. that are intended to make somebody/something seem to be better than they really areTheir promises turned out to be full of sham and hypocrisy.His intellectual pretensions are all sham.

pun

 (NOUN):

(Definition from the Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary)

pun (on something) the clever or humorous use of a word that has more than one meaning, or of words that have different meanings but sound the sameWe're banking on them lending us the money—no pun intended

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