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The Hours, Michael Cunningham
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Michael Cunningham

The Hours

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  • Nina Vyvcharukcompartió una citahace 6 años
    These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.
  • Svetlana Begunovacompartió una citael año pasado
    She might, at this moment, be nothing but a floating intelligence; not even a brain inside a skull, just a presence that perceives, as a ghost might. Yes, she thinks, this is probably how it must feel to be a ghost. It’s a little like reading, isn’t it—that same sensation of knowing people, settings, situations, without playing any particular part beyond that of the willing observer.
  • Svetlana Begunovacompartió una citael año pasado
    Clarissa, sane Clarissa—exultant, ordinary Clarissa—will go on, loving London, loving her life of ordinary pleasures, and someone else, a deranged poet, a visionary, will be the one to die.
  • Svetlana Begunovacompartió una citael año pasado
    “But there are still the hours, aren’t there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god, there’s another. I’m so sick.”
  • Svetlana Begunovacompartió una citael año pasado
    There is a surprisingly mature hollowness in his voice.
  • Svetlana Begunovacompartió una citael año pasado
    Sally hands the flowers to her and for a moment they are both simply and entirely happy. They are present, right now, and they have managed, somehow, over the course of eighteen years, to continue loving each other. It is enough. At this moment, it is enough.
  • Svetlana Begunovacompartió una citael año pasado
    She feels briefly, wonderfully alone, with everything ahead of her.
  • Svetlana Begunovacompartió una citael año pasado
    I think of them as coalescences of black fire, I mean they’re dark and bright at the same time. There was one that looked a bit like a black, electrified jellyfish. They were singing, just now, in a foreign language. I believe it may have been Greek. Archaic Greek.”
  • Svetlana Begunovacompartió una citael año pasado
    The chair—an elderly, square, overstuffed armchair obesely balanced on slender blond wooden legs—is ostentatiously broken and worthless. It is upholstered in something nubbly, no-colored, woolen, shot through (this is, somehow, its most sinister aspect) with silver thread.
  • Svetlana Begunovacompartió una citael año pasado
    She can’t tell what he is saying— she makes out the word “hurl,” which is followed by Richard’s low, rumbling laugh, a slightly pained sound, as if laughter were something sharp that had caught in his throat.
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