Quotations

A Guest in My Own Country
It was always cause for celebration when we happened upon islands of terra firma in the ocean of verbiage. Reading substantive works during the years of censorship was a form of refuge, a suspension of the falsities that had cosplay anime elbowed their way into house and home. One good book in my bag was recompense for all the clichés that had to be endured. We can use literature to be hard on our fellow humans, but if we truly learn to read we can use it to forgive them and revel in their beauty. Since my gimnázium days I have believed that the constant discussion of substantive texts is what keeps humanity going.
-A Guest in My Own Country

Pro Europa
The central power of a nationalist state towers up to a point like a pyramid, but all the same it is directed inward and necessarily remains provincial, an entire world in itself. In fact, even today it resembles a royal court, with its corresponding array of many smaller organs of local power. Those who think big may hover around the court, but it is also understandable if small-town people are less than thrilled by the prospect of the more complicated relationships of a wider stage, because they find greater satisfaction in a familiar, transparent intimacy.

There is a tension between the greater European enterprise and the personal interests of its players. The safety of the nest, the preservation of the familiar, resistance to the intrusion of the outside world, even self-imposed isolation – these are passions every bit as strong as openness, discovery, and adventure. For a brief while, there was a willingness to open up the house and spread our arms wide to the world, but more common these days are the desire for security and the installation of alarm systems wired to the police department. A tolerance for the influx of the outside world and a willingness to be helpful have proven to have their limits; people prefer to cling to their peaceful existence, regarding noisy intrusion and conspicuous differences as forms of aggression. Integration is a new repliche orologi and experimental kind of balance between isolation and acceptance of the new. content from foyles

-“Pro Europa”

Pro Europa
They say that the shorter a constitution is, the better – and let succeeding generations rack their brains over an interpretation. Our present one, recently released for discussion, is long and didactic, according to its critics. I have no doubt that it has its flaws, just as we modern Europeans do. You could say that we have bitten off more than we can chew, but even these relatively few agreements and accords are a step forward since, one way or another, they prevent all manner of trouble and perhaps even remedy some, keeping a lid on conflicts and making our lives more humane. As various projects and agreements become implemented on the ground, we can see ourselves with a post-honeymoon sobriety, even melancholy sarcasm. For no matter how positive and productive it may be that politicians and high state functionaries are traveling around and discussing matters more than they previously had, this is still not enough to create general contentment throughout society. I do not envy them their regular dinners together. That is their job. Let them enjoy it. Then they will be in no mood to fight.

-“Pro Europa”

The Modernization of the Jews
Jews who have become integrated into national cultures have learned the manifold types of intimacy found there. The Jews consider themselves a world-people, but at the same time they conform to the nation in whose midst they live. On the one hand, universality; on the other, this strange people that has a religion. Many historical peoples would like to have their own religion, imagining that it would be a good thing to have one. Replika Klokker Norge Many Jews, though, remain unconvinced of the virtues of this situation. They would be happy with a somewhat less conspicuous role. But no matter how he tries, the Jew cannot conceal his identity; the roads to denial have all been tried. The Jewish people is one of the oldest to discover that it must constantly remake itself.

-“The Modernization of the Jews”

The Modernization of the Jews
Prophets and Wise Men have a special role in the Jewish religion. There are not many of them, but there are in any case more than one, making it possible to choose from their wisdom the way we choose from the classics depending on our age and mood. Upon the exalted writer -- which all of the prophets were -- is bestowed a religious status. The role of the autonomous interpreter becomes sanctified, making possible the tremendous significance of the individual within the Jewish religion, where the great masters, through their thinking, are exceptionally influential. The creations of secular Jews have become a part of Jewish culture, of which religious Judaism is but a segment. There is no place for strict distinctions between religious audemars pigue replica and secular meditation in the realm of spiritual truth; literature by its very nature ignores this distinction.


A Guest in My Own Country
We boys set out with empty knapsacks to see what we could find. We heard a machine gun ratatatatting from the direction of the Danube. There would be trouble if the Germans came back: the Dravidas would have us removed from Aunt Zsófi’s apartment and our feet would never again cross the copperplate but long unpolished threshold.

A well-worn path led from the front gate of the school across the snow-covered courtyard to the back staircase and down into the cellar. We saw German corpses sticking out of the snow and shone our flashlight in their faces. I had always thought the dead grimaced, but every one of the faces was peaceful, including the one lying on his back on a wooden crate in the cellar next to a depleted bag of beans, his head hanging in a rather uncomfortable position. The only possible explanation was that there had been another crate under his head. And if they didn’t leave it there, it must have been worth taking.

We filled our knapsacks with beans, peas, wheat, and dried onions, which was all that remained by then, but were still interested in the crate lying under the young German. He was a tall, handsome young man with a powerful brow and a light-colored stubble on his narrow face. His deep-set large eyes were open, and he observed us with interest.

“Forgive us,” we said to him as we tried rolling him off the crate.

“I will not forgive you,” the soldier responded coolly. “I have no idea why I had to die on this crate after taking a bullet on the basement staircase and dragging myself over here. In fact, I have no idea what I am doing here. You will find this crate to contain fairly high-quality sausage, and though it has turned white on the outside with mold, after a bit of scraping you will find it perfectly edible. I have turned stiff, and you will take
the crate out from under me and steal away with the goods, but I will remain here in the dark, in this cellar of death, until the corpse-removers take me to an even darker place. No, I will not forgive you.”

But we persevered. “O unknown German soldier, we understand your sense of injury, since, to put it bluntly, we are not allowing your earthly remains to rest (however uncomfortably) in peace, though it might be said in our favor that by removing the crate of sausage from under you we may actually straighten you out. Still, we hasten to observe that you have come a great distance from your permanent place of residence, by command to be sure, but not by invitation. Moreover, it is probable that when the bullet hit you you were engaging in activities of which we do not approve. May we point out that it would not have occurred to us to shoot at you, but the issue of whether or not
you shot at us was a function purely of the random circumstances of the commands you received. From your perspective there would have been no obstacle. You shot your innocence dead, whereas we are still innocent—though understandably cynical—
young boys.”

The moment we lifted the crate, we were filled with disappointment: it proved mournfully light. And what remained of the ten scrawny sausages once we had scraped off the white and chopped it into the beans on the little utility stove would not hold us for very long. Two weeks later we were resigned to the wheat, grinding it up and boiling it for hours to soften it. While it cooked, we stood around it to keep warm, dipping dried onions in mustard to trick our hunger in the meantime. Mr. Dravida, a fur cap on his head, sat in a rocking chair wrapped in a blanket up to his waist, squeezing a tennis ball in each hand. “It works the muscles, very soothing, and helps you
think.” He wore a winter coat with tassels and hiking boots with gaiters. His mouth, thin but sharply delineated and outlined by an equally thin mustache, had the sour twist of scorn and pride. From Uncle Gyula’s high-backed reading chair he cast
an occasional glance at us noisy ghosts. “Just because you’ve won, you’ve no right to come snooping around.” Next to him sat his old dog, slapping its tail back and forth. Now and then Mr. Dravida touched the tennis ball to the dog’s head. “I brought Bella’s food inside because you ate her baked potatoes. There are a lot of you, and you make noise, and you eat my dog’s potatoes. Don’t stand in the door! Either come in or get out! What’s this? Garlic sausage? You’ve got it good. You people always have it good.”

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The Flowing Inventory
Ultimately, the survivor cannot triumph; he cannot survive his own death, but there may be occasions where he comes close to it, then backs away. Regeneration is part of the survivor's nature as he rises from his own ashes each day. Rebirth is one of his favorite pastimes.

We all know people who, like cats, always find a good place for themselves, basking on the sunny side of every historic change. is a suspicious business. We know stories of widows who awaken to fresh loves over their husbands' graves.
Survival is a sign of health, the very quality at which we marvel in the cat and the oleander. To give up the game is to give in to death, to entertain oneself with disgust for existence, to assemble from this some sort of silvery romanticism.

-“The Flowing Inventory from foyles shop”

My Utopia
Density rather than diffuseness is the European tradition. Here in the Old World we more easily get on each other’s nerves, without the option of moving out, away from one another into wide uninhabited spaces. Because of this, it becomes a crucial question whether we are capable of evolving intelligent life strategies -- beyond the American model of comfortable coexistence -- and complex, flexible social conditions, since the wisdom of arranging human affairs is the highest category of achievement.

Hence one can say that the city -- as a work of art, as a tissue created and evolved -- is the greatest product of our civilization. This provides a particularly strong reason for us not to treat our cities the way we have treated our rivers, not to mention the difficulty of appreciating the achievements of military science amidst such high population density. We already know what a tricky assignment it is to coexist on this shrunken continent. It is called for, therefore, that the confident planning mind correct itself through constant self-examination.

-“My Utopia”

The Virtues of Imperialism
With the collapse of the Iron Curtain, and the flood of emigration that accompanied it, Western Europe looked over the wall in horror replica borse and stiffened. Because, you know, Yugoslavia may have been a pleasant place to summer in, but today's generation sees Bosnia as a moral volcano spewing impulses from Hell. Is it possible that these pleasant faces conceal such an interior? Could it be that tomorrow my neighbor will shoot me into a mass grave? Might it be that Central Europe is just a Trojan Horse chock full of such people?

-“The Virtues of Imperialism”

The Virtues of Imperialism
By associating with one another, we can take matters onto our own hands. Association creates institutions for controlling, limiting, and dampening the chain reaction of errors. To aid in the clarification of European questions, a European Academy could be established to examine one-sided commitments in manifold issues, and to publish independent opinions on complex questions.

The only power this Academy would possess is its truth, and the reputation that stems from it. It would have no other goal than to give the authorities food for thought. There is a need for an independent, transnational authority which, though it has no power for negozio cosplay practical implementation of its views, nonetheless is capable of influencing or swaying the decisionmakers by its convincing argumentation.

-“The Virtues of Imperialism”