martes, 11 de noviembre de 2014

My notes from Kundera part I of Immortality

Estas son mis notas de la parte I de immortality, finalmente me he podido sentar a pasarlas. Son muchísimas pero las iré compartiendo poco a poco.


Francis Bacon

1.       There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time ewe are ageless.

2.       And I  understand him: is the one deep yearning of our lives: to let everybody consider us great sinners! Let our vices be compared to thunderstorms, tornadoes, hurricanes!

3.       Why all this passion? Agnes asked herself, and she thought: When we are thrust out into the world just as we are, we first have to identify with that particular throw of the dice, with that accident organized by the divine computer: to get over our surprise that precisely this (what we see facing us in the mirror) is our self. Without the faith that our face expresses our self, without that basic illusion, that arch-illusion, we cannot live or at least we cannot take life seriously.

4.       Eternity as the sound of endless babble: one could of course imagine worse things, but the idea of hearing women’s voices forever, continuously, without end, gave her sufficient incentive to cling furiously to life and to do everything in her power to keep death as far as possible.
5.       ….and a person can die with a vague yet justified hope.

6.       It was as if through his will he had wanted to tell them to kindly forget him.

7.       Agnes recalled the young woman who had entered the sauna a few hours earlier and, in order to introduce herself, and to force it upon others, had announced the moment she walked through the door that she hated hot showers and modesty. Agnes was certain that it was exactly the same impulse that led the black-haired girl to remove the silencer from her motorcycle. It wasn’t the machine that made the noise, it was the self of the black-haired girl; in order to be heard, in order to penetrate the consciousness of others, she attached the noisy exhaust of the engine to her soul.

8.       The world is at some sort of border; if it is crossed everything will turn to madness…

9.       Someone on a top floor had evidently opened a window and turned up the volume all the way, so that Bach’s severe beauty sounded a warning to a world that had gone awry.

10.   Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary. This is the obscenity of war: the intimacy of mutually shed blood, the lascivious proximity of two soldiers who, eye to eye, bayonet each other. Agnes was sure: it was precisely this kind of intimacy that her father found repugnant. The melée on the ship filled him with such disgust that he preferred to drown. The physical contact with people who struck and trampled and killed one another seemed far worse to him than a solitary death in the purity of the waters.

11.   I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.

12.   For the first time in history, the defeated were not allowed a scrap of glory: not even the painful glory of the shipwrecked.

13.       The purpose of the poetry is not to dazzle us with an astonishing thought, but to make one moment of existence unforgettable and worthy of unbearable nostalgia.

14.       Yes, the most important thing was that nobody looked at her. Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.

15.       Since then she knew that looks were like weights that pressed her down to the ground, or like kisses that sucked her strength; that looks were needles which etched the wrinkles in her face.

16.       But they were wrong: even though she had no lover there, Switzerland was the one deep and systematic act of betrayal she committed against them.

17.       … and even drafted a letter in her mind in which she announced to her daughter and husband that although she still loved them she had decided to live alone, without them.

18.       This was the most difficult thing to express and to explain: that she needed to know how they were, even though at the same time she had no desire whatever to see them or to be with them.

19.       That was perhaps the first time that she experienced the pleasure, the strange delight that people feel when they are being watched, watched against their will, watched in intimate moments, violated by the looks to which they are exposed.

20.       Life has changed into one vas partouze in which everyone takes part.

21.       Even though she wasn’t in any real danger, she could not rid herself of anxiety because one second of her life, instead of dissolving into nothingness like all other seconds of life, would remain torn out of the course of time and some stupid coincidence would make it come back to haunt her like the badly buried dead.

22.   And she once again had the strong, peculiar feeling that was coming over her more and more often: the feeling that she had nothing in common with those two-legged creatures with a head on their shoulders and a mouth in their face. There was a time when she was interested in their politics, their science, their inventions, when she considered herself a small part of their great adventure, until one day the feeling was born in her that she did not belong among them.

23.   She was no longer able to torment herself with thoughts of their wars nor to enjoy their celebrations, because she was filled with the conviction that none of it was her concern.

24.   Non-solidarity with mankind: that was her attitude. Only one thing could wrench her out of it: concrete love towards a concrete person.

25.   That’s well known all over, that the Earth is horrible.

Milan Kundera

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