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Peter S. Beagle: A Fine and Private Place Peter S. Beagle: A Fine and Private Place

A kindly raven brings food to and is the companion of a man who has taken refuge in an abandoned mausoleum in a New York City cemetery for nineteen years.

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1960

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Tachyon, San Francisco, Kalifornia, Egyesült Államok, 2007
264 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 9781892391469

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SzarnyasLany>!

There are honest people in the world, but only because the devil considers their asking prices ridiculous.

SzarnyasLany>!

I'll tell you something. Once I was very fond of a poem by Emily Dickinson or somebody. I only remember one line of it, but it goes, 'The soul selects her own society.' I used to tell it to everybody. Once I quoted it to a friend of mine, and he said, 'Maybe, but the body gets thrown into bed with the goddamnedest people.

SzarnyasLany>!

Sitting up all night would be pointless if somebody you loved wasn't sitting up with you, picking out music to play and helping you kill the bourbon. Walking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.

SzarnyasLany>!

Ravens bring things to people. We're like that. It's our nature. We don't like it.

SzarnyasLany>!

I love you, more, I think, than I know, but our kind of love isn't a sword. It's a light. Not a fire. A small light, just bright enough to read love letters by and keep the animals at a growling distance. In time it will go out. All lights go out. So do all fires, if it's any comfort. Love me, and look at me, and remember me, as I'll remember you.

SzarnyasLany>!

The baloney weighed the raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door.

(első mondat)

SzarnyasLany>!

Alarm clocks were going off in the city now. One after another, sometimes two or three together, they drove their small silver knives into the body of the great dream that sprawled naked on the housetops. Sensual, amiable, and defenseless as it was, it would still take a little while to die.

SzarnyasLany>!

I wish something would happen to me, something that would show me exactly how cruel and jealous and vengeful I can be. Then I could go back to gentleness because I chose it over brutality for its own sake, not because I didn't have the courage to be cruel. I might even like cruelty. I doubt very much that I would, but I ought to find out.

SzarnyasLany>!

I've always thought cemeteries were like cities. There are streets, avenues—you've seen them, I think, Michael. There are blocks, too, and house numbers, slums and ghettos, middle-class sections and small palaces.


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