the death of ivan ilyich …
… a new translation, done as the translator himself was dying.
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literature
we shall not cease from exploration …
And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. A masterpiece can be said to be a work with the capacity to outlast its time and speak to cultures vastly different from its own; to transcend its time and place and inspire
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a modern day Polyneices …
“ … the point that obsessed Sophocles’ Antigone: that to not bury her brother, to not treat the war criminal like a human being, would ultimately have been to forfeit her own humanity.” Daniel Mendelsohn in The New Yorker “Unburied: Tamerlan Tsarnaev and the lessons of Greed tragedy”
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mr. ives’ christmas ..
Mr. Ives’ Christmas … a life-changing story of love, grief and the healing power of forgiveness … “A magnificently sad and enchanting novel, a celebration, ultimately, of giving and grace”(Booklist) … the story of a father’s journey after the Christmas-time murder of his son.
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feeling the souls of the fallen … rising upward
Perhaps it was the rhythm of the wheels clicking past the joints of the rails, or the lurching and swaying of the coaches, or the weaving of steam and smoke as they painted the brush and the sandy banks through which the train sped. Or perhaps it was the fields newly ploughed and newly cut,
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nathaniel hawthorne’s ‘the birth mark’ …
… is a parable of scientific hubris that prefigures much of modern day bioethics. The story with a brief introduction. The Presidents Council on Bioethics discusses. the story begins … In the latter part of the last century, there lived a man of science—an eminent proficient in every branch of natural philosophy—who, not long before
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giving ourselves into the hands of death …
Gods, my gods! How sad the evening earth! How mysterious the mists over the swamps! He who has wandered in these mists, he who has suffered much before death, he who has flown over this earth bearing on himself too heavy a burden, knows it. The weary man knows it. And without regret he leaves
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a measure of my days …
“Health is not a commodity. Risk factors are not disease. Aging is not an illness. To fix a problem is easy, to sit with another suffering is hard. Doing all we can is not the same as doing what we should. Quality is more than metrics. Patients cannot see outside their pain, we cannot see
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tattoos on the heart …
Father Greg Boyle accompanies us on a journey in the lives of the gang members and their families he has spent his life with. His lived experience is a powerful antidote to our own ennui and confusion. This book is hard to read for very long at a time – there is so much deep,
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it is also lonely among men …
“Good evening,” said the little prince courteously. “Good evening,” said the snake. “What planet is this on which I have come down?” asked the little prince. “This is the Earth; this is Africa,” the snake answered. “Ah! Then there are no people on the Earth?” “This is the desert. There are no people in the
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