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...to display [ her hair already white, that while alive, however, she feared not to show, nor yet to twist and frizz as in the days when it was so beautiful and so fair.]—her noble open forehead, eyebrows which could be only blamed for being so regularly arched that they looked as if drawn by a pencil, eyes continually beaming with the witchery of fire, a nose of perfect Grecian outline, ...

Born with a woman's heart and a man's head, Mary not only acquired all the accomplishments which constituted the education of a future queen, but also that real knowledge which is the object of the truly learned.

Mary Stuart was then in the full bloom of her beauty, beauty even more brilliant in its mourning garb—a beauty so wonderful that it shed around her a charm which no one whom she wished to please could escape, and which was fatal to almost everyone. About this time, too, someone made her the subject of a song, which, as even her rivals confessed, contained no more than the truth.

- Esti om liber?

- Din mila voastra, Maria Voastra, si nu serb, asa cum m-am nascut. Cunosc cifrele si sa tin stiletul ca sa socotesc, daca trebuie.

- Si esti multumit ca esti liber ?

- Multumit...sigur ca sunt. Adica te simti altfel, nu mai esti ca un mort printre vii. Si noi stim ca Mariei Voastre ii datoram legea. O repetam mereu, ca pe o rugaciune: ....

Band in fata focului din ulcelele cu bere tare,aromata cu ienupar,ardei iute si cuisoare,signor Boccaccio ii povesti lui Guccio despre iubita lui frantuzoaica,care ii nascuse anul trecut un baiat botezat Giovanni.

Se spune ca pruncii nascuti din flori sunt mai isteti si mai zdraveni decat ceilalti,observa pe un ton sententios Guccio,care avea mereu cateva banalitati gata pregatite ca sa insufleteasca o conversatie

Nimic bun despre iubire
Nu am a spune,
Nici mult, nici putin nu primesc,
Cu-atat mai mult nimic din ce-mi doresc...
Asa mi-a fost intotdeauna dat.
De ce-am iubit nicicand m-am bucurat,
Si nici nu voi avea ce n-am avut...

- In Antichitate, poetul era considerat vates, profet. Ceea ce, in parte, e adevarat. Nu pot proroci viitorul acestui regat, dar vad cumplit de clar viitorul ce ma asteapta. Arestarea, punerea sub acuzatie, temnita, masa de tortura.

- N-ai sa ajungi in veci pe esafod, Kit. Cat despre arestare si tortura, cu totii ne asteptam la ele. Crezi ca pe mine nu ma afecteaza povestea asta?

- Zambesti. De ce zambesti ?

- Iarta-ma. Ti-ai atacat heringul ca un infometat. Ma gandeam la Cristos ca fiind ichthyos. Si trebuie sa recunosti ca atasamentul tau de Domnul se exprima in termeni extrem de fizici.

- Ei, astea-s neajunsurile limbii. Sfintii au trupuri, altfel, ar fi ingeri. Zambetul, trebuie s-o spun, este al unui cinic.

- Doar intre cinici ai sa afli toleranta...

- Eu trebuie sa creez barbati si femei, si sa le creez voci, dar alea nu-s vocile mele.

- Daca-s creatia ta, ele sunt, vrand-nevrand, ale tale.

- Nu. Poate exista o vointa calauzitoare, conducatorul carului, din Platon, dar sunt multi cai si fiecare trage in alta directie. Pot visa ateismul si-l pot exprima prin personae ce se furizeaza pe scena, dar asta nu inseamna ca eu insumi proclam un non credo condamnabil...

- Esti cu adevarat catolic ?

- Nu-s nimic cu adevarat. Tu esti ceva cu adevarat ? Esti doar un bot de durere cu un cucui in frunte. ...[...]

- Stie cu ce te ocupi ?

- Daca ar afla, ar muri de inima rea. ... Que sera sera. De la ce ti-e rau, de la cucuiul asta? Marea e linistita.

- De la gandul c-o sa moara oameni nevinovati ...[...]

- Ai ceva de poet in tine.

- Am ceva de nimic.

Go along.Much sense we have,the pair of us,but you… . Oh,you are one of my own kind!I wrote you a mad letter,& you agreed to come to tell me that 'you almost love me.' Yes,we are possessed by the same madness!Be always as mad,don't change,& we shall meet as friends—that I predict,that I swear!

And then I shall certainly love you, for I feel that even now!

Once,not long before I went abroad,almost on the eve of my breaking off all relations with her,in fact,I went into her room and found her alone,at a little table,without any work in her hands,but deep in thought,resting her elbow on the table.It had hardly ever happened to her before to sit without work.At that time I had quite given up showing her affection.I succeeded in stealing in very quietly, on tiptoe, and..

The memory of our meetings is dear to me;the boy in you is very dear to me,& perhaps,too, that very sincerity …you know,I'm a very serious person,I’m one of the most serious & gloomy characters among modern women,let me tell you … ha—ha—ha! We'll have another talk some time,but now I'm not quite myself,I am upset &… I believe I'm a little hysterical.But,at last,at last,HE will let me,too, live in peace

once you pocket the money you'll get on and get on, and in ten years' time you will be such a millionaire that all Russia will resound with your fame, so you won't need a name then. Why, you can buy a title in Austria. And when you get married, keep her well in hand. They want a firm hand. If a woman's in love, she likes to feel a man's got a tight grip on her. Women like will in a man.

To be sure I knew that was it,peasant superstitions: 'If I take to my bed,' they say, 'ten to one I shan't get up,' that's what the peasants very often fear,& they would rather keep on their legs when they're ill than go to a hospital. As for you,Makar Ivanovitch, you're simply home-sick for freedom,& the open road— that's all that's the matter with you,you've got out of the habit of staying long in one place...

The vast majority of people don't know how to laugh at all. It is not a matter of knowing how,though: it's a gift and it cannot be cultivated.One can only cultivate it, perhaps,by training oneself to be different, by developing and improving and by struggling against the evil instincts of one's character:then a man's laugh might very likely change for the better. A man will sometimes give himself away completely...

We’re both stricken by the same Russian curse;you don't know what to do,& I don't know what to do.If a Russian deviates ever so little from the rut of routine laid down for him by tradition,at once he is at a loss what to do.While he's in the rut everything's clear;income,rank,position in society,a carriage,visits, a wife—but ever so little off it—& what am I?A leaf fluttering before the wind

That woman is what you were talking of this morning, 'living life,'?You said that living life is something so direct & simple,something that looks you so straight in the face,that its very directness & clearness make us unable to believe that it can be the very thing we're seeking so laboriously all our live.With ideas like that,you met the ideal woman & in perfection, in the ideal,you recognized 'all the vices'!

I can't endure your smile any longer! Why did I even in Moscow picture you as menacing,magnificent, using venomous drawing-room phrases? When I was coming here I dreamed of you all night in the train. The expression of your face is childish mischief and boundless good-nature—there! I have been marvelling at it all the time I've been coming to see you. Oh,you know how to look haughty and to crush one with a glance

Can it all be so materialistic?Can the modern world come to an end simply through finance

Oh,of course,I've only chosen one aspect of the picture,but that aspect is bound up with the whole by indissoluble bonds,so to speak

What's to be done

Oh dear,don't be in a hurry;it's not all coming so soon.In any case,to do nothing is always best,one's conscience is at rest anyway,knowing that one's had no share in anything

this kind of indecency is far more deeply rooted and widely spread than we imagine. The desire to lie with the object of giving pleasure to your neighbour one meets even in Russian society of the highest breeding, for we all suffer from this incontinence of our hearts. Only anecdotes of a different type are current among us; I must confess I belong to that indecent class myself,and I've suffered from it all my life

I'm not frowning,it's nothing...You see,it's best to be open:it's a peculiarity of mine that I don't like some tender spots on my soul being touched upon… or rather,it's shameful to be often displaying certain feelings for the admiration of all, isn't it?So that I sometimes prefer to frown and hold my tongue. You're clever,you must understand

Yes,and what's more, I'm the same myself; I understand you in everything

“A 'petticoat prophet'? Mais … c'est charmant! Ha-ha! But that fits him so well, or rather it doesn't—foo! … But it's so apt … at least it's not apt at all but… ."

"Never mind, never mind, don't worry yourself, look upon it simply as a bon mot!"

"It's a capital bon mot, and do you know, it has a deep significance… There's a perfectly true idea in it. That is, would you believe it…”

He is impressionable and full of honourable impulses, but has neither good sense nor strength of will enough to control his desires. He is not a well-educated man; many ideas and situations are beyond his power to deal with, and yet he rushes upon them. He will, for example, persist in declaring, 'I am a prince and descended from Rurik; but there's no reason why I shouldn't be a shoemaker if I have to earn my living;

But I suppose she,too, was once alive,wasn't she? I suppose you loved something in her,didn't you? I suppose she was once a woman?

My dear fellow, she never was,if you will have it,” at once dropping into his habitual manner that is he was apparently all sincerity and open-heartedness,but if one looked more closely there was nothing in him but the deepest irony: "she never was. The Russian woman never is a woman.

I meant to say more, but I am ashamed of having said even that. Not everything can be put into words, there are things it's better never to say at all; I said a good deal, but you did not understand.

Why, so you, too, are sometimes distressed at the impossibility of putting thought into words! That's a noble sorrow, my dear fellow, and it's only vouchsafed to the elect..

Yes,I thirsted for power & solitude.I dreamed of it at an age when every one would have laughed at me to my face if they could have guessed what was in my head.That was why I so liked secrecy.& indeed all my energy went into dreams,so much so that I had no time to talk.This led to my being unsociable,& my absentmindedness led people to more unpleasant conclusions about me,but my rosy cheeks belied their suspicions

He—is a very proud man, and many very proud people like to believe in God, especially those who despise other people. Many strong natures seem to have a sort of natural craving to find some one or something to which they can do homage. Strong natures often find it very difficult to bear the burden of their strength.

I knew her face already from the wonderful portrait of her that hung in the prince's study. I had been scrutinizing the portrait all that month. I spent three minutes in the study in her presence, and I did not take my eyes off her face for a second. But if I had not known her portrait and had been asked, after those three minutes, what she was like, I could not have answered, for all was confusion within me.

N'est ce pas? Cher enfant, true wit is vanishing; the longer one lives the more one sees it. Eh, mais … c'est moi qui connait les femmes! Believe me, the life of every woman, whatever she may profess, is nothing but a perpetual search for some one to submit to … so to speak a thirst for submission. And mark my words, there's not a single exception