I had used this history as an opiate; while it described my beloved friends, fresh with life and glowing with hope, active assistants on the scene, I was soothed; there will be a more melancholy pleasure in painting the end of all. But the intermediate... The Last Man - Стр. 26авторы: Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1833Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| Betty T. Bennett, Stuart Curran - 2000 - Страниц: 340
...as well as a way of writing beyond audience. "I had used," he says about halfway through the story, "this history as an opiate; while it described my...more melancholy pleasure in painting the end of all" (LM 2:209). Clearly, composition can perform a function independent of readers; it has value independent... | |
| Charlene E. Bunnell - 2002 - Страниц: 226
...volume" that he creates through the act of writing. Lionel admits that his writing effort is cathartic: "I had used this history as an opiate; while it described...hope; active assistants on the scene, I was soothed" (Last Man, 192), M But writing also provides Lionel with a role in the public arena. Regretting having... | |
| Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 2015 - Страниц: 394
...this tedious dwelling on the sorrows of others, while my own were only in apprehension; this slowly laying bare of my soul's wounds: this journal of death;...looked back nor saw the concealed desert beyond, is a labour past my strength. Time and experience have placed me on an height from which I can comprehend... | |
| Mary Shelley - 2015 - Страниц: 530
...this tedious dwelling on the sorrows of others, while my own were only in apprehension; this slowly laying bare of my soul's wounds: this journal of death;...while I still looked back nor saw the concealed desert 56 beyond, is a labour past my strength. Time and experience have placed me on an height from which... | |
| Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1983 - Страниц: 518
...ocean of countless tears, awakens me again to keen grief. I had used this history as an opiate; 346 while it described my beloved friends, fresh with...looked back nor saw the concealed desert beyond, is a labour past my strength. Time and experience have placed me on an height from which I can comprehend... | |
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