Ivanov had been a party member since 1902. Back then he had tried to write stories in the manner of Tolstoy, Chekhov, Gorky, or rather he had tried to plagiarize them without much success, which led him, after long reflection (a whole summer night), ...
In the value-framework of his age the verbal expression of 's ecstatic state existed as a totality, and the meaning of the expression rested on the biographical evidence and on the dimensions available within the ecstatic state. It was perhaps for th...
Derrida… labels as ‘metaphysical’ any such thought system which depends on an unassailable foundation, a first principle or unimpeachable ground upon which a whole hierarchy of meanings may be constructed. It is not that he believes that we can...
The lady who works in the grocery store at the corner of my block is called Denise, and she's one of America's great unpublished novelists. Over the years she's written forty-two romantic novels, none of which have ever reached the bookstores. I, how...
We can trace the communitarian fantasy that lies at the root of all humanism back to the model of a literary society, in which participation through reading the canon reveals a common love of inspiring messages. At the heart of humanism so understood...
In general, when a novel manipulates its material to conform to the pieties of the day, or alternatively to attack those pieties for no other reason than the visibility such an attack will generate, when its literary tropes are all too familiar, its ...
Up until relatively recently, creating original characters from scratch wasn't a major part of an author's job description. When Virgil wrote The Aeneid, he didn't invent Aeneas; Aeneas was a minor character in Homer's Odyssey whose unauthorized furt...
I have not been nourished by English Literature. . . for the simple reason that I have never found much there in which to rest my heart (or heart and head together). I was brought up in the Classics, and first discovered the sensation of literary ple...
Men who thought of themselves as gods fell the farthest, and the hardest.
Some men spend their lives looking for ways to punish themselves for having been born.
It was pleasant to think that men still sang, even in the midst of butchery and famine.
Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.
I don't want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.
Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.
All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.
Men don't change. They just learn to disguise the lack of change.
If ever you feel like an animal among men, be a lion.
It's an irony of our times that men seeking peace must make war.
Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men." --Charlie Gordan
Victory settles a lot of arguments in most men's heads.
I hadn't gotten far when I ran into Mason. Good God. Men everywhere.
