These guys
Arturo Perez-Reverte
but the kind reader. Devouring book after book, mostly by Russian and Central European novelists, fiction, and history, essays and reports on the first half of the twentieth. Of Bolshevik revolutions and fall of the Austro-Hungarian, among other things, knows more than anyone. Enjoy all this with no other object than the knowledge itself. Knowing and thinking. Does not even occur to write novels or anything. Just a deep curiosity about the patched old Europe. To understand, in light of the written memory and culture, the world was and is. The past explains the present and the creatures that inhabit it.
have free time, as I say. And a couple of years, instead of getting into a gym or stretch skin, decided to make a second university degree. Back to school, study again, attend classes that open new doors to their desire to know, his eyes curious and lucid. Granny began fearing Peace in its class, but well integrated. Exchanged notes, does work in common. Last year, looking like a lioness, passed the first course of a career in the humanities. She is thrilled. Happy. Above all, as she says, because it is wonderful to learn with no other ambition than knowledge. And also because, he says, his respect for the young is higher since the deal with. We are wrong with them, he says. Most of my classmates are boys worship, an admirable tenacity. Eager to learn. Vocation, intelligence and courage. I have never speak disparagingly of a young college since I'm back there. You should speak to one of your articles, Reverte. It is only fair. For only is another world, says my friend. The next. Boys facing a different way of seeing life, born into a hostile territory, more hopeless than that of their parents and grandparents. With an uncertain future, dangerous. But that does not kill your enthusiasm. It is true that many are printed look of the lost soldier, one who knows that the fight has little chance of victory. However, it is admirable to see them raise their hand in class to raise questions or start a discussion, the courageous energy with which they defend what they believe to know and became embroiled in what interests them. His tenacity, wisdom. A girl with piercings and belly in the air, an easygoing disaster may soon make a comment or ask a question that make you watch in amazement. Fascinating to observe how intellectually say, going into his vocation. In your dreams. And do not think they cheated, they know what to expect. Perfectly. His generation grew up with the certainty of hopeless unemployment, the dismal landscape that will leave a legacy. And yet, is moving to see them persevere, persistent, asked as the body. Pursuing what they love. Beautiful study careers apparently useless, because the utility is pursuing another. It goes beyond simple living.
There farts, of course. Many. Mindless and stupid. Simple bottle meat: sheep ready for slaughter. But those were always memory-beam, Reverte. As for my current classmates, you'd be surprised to see the books that are mixed with those of Stieg Larsson and Ken Follett: Greek and Latin classics, or literature of the highest quality. We've seen them grow up thinking they are an irresponsible generation, functionally illiterate, that little known and less want to know. Without realizing that the needs and ways of learning have changed, but the desire follow. If you think about what our generation was taught and what he learned on his own, understand it is the same. These guys make the same effort that we did, more admirable in his case, now the cause is greater. The judge harshly at them all day with the computer and TV, not realizing that this is another way of forming, that we did not. A useful tool, while live right and what awaits them, they handle like no other. That takes us beyond where we had our simple books. So make no mistake with them, my friend. And stop growling. For a while there will still be righteous in Sodom.
...
"It's not gold that glitters,
Not all those who wander are lost;
to the deep roots are not reached by the frost,
Arturo Perez-Reverte
but the kind reader. Devouring book after book, mostly by Russian and Central European novelists, fiction, and history, essays and reports on the first half of the twentieth. Of Bolshevik revolutions and fall of the Austro-Hungarian, among other things, knows more than anyone. Enjoy all this with no other object than the knowledge itself. Knowing and thinking. Does not even occur to write novels or anything. Just a deep curiosity about the patched old Europe. To understand, in light of the written memory and culture, the world was and is. The past explains the present and the creatures that inhabit it.
have free time, as I say. And a couple of years, instead of getting into a gym or stretch skin, decided to make a second university degree. Back to school, study again, attend classes that open new doors to their desire to know, his eyes curious and lucid. Granny began fearing Peace in its class, but well integrated. Exchanged notes, does work in common. Last year, looking like a lioness, passed the first course of a career in the humanities. She is thrilled. Happy. Above all, as she says, because it is wonderful to learn with no other ambition than knowledge. And also because, he says, his respect for the young is higher since the deal with. We are wrong with them, he says. Most of my classmates are boys worship, an admirable tenacity. Eager to learn. Vocation, intelligence and courage. I have never speak disparagingly of a young college since I'm back there. You should speak to one of your articles, Reverte. It is only fair. For only is another world, says my friend. The next. Boys facing a different way of seeing life, born into a hostile territory, more hopeless than that of their parents and grandparents. With an uncertain future, dangerous. But that does not kill your enthusiasm. It is true that many are printed look of the lost soldier, one who knows that the fight has little chance of victory. However, it is admirable to see them raise their hand in class to raise questions or start a discussion, the courageous energy with which they defend what they believe to know and became embroiled in what interests them. His tenacity, wisdom. A girl with piercings and belly in the air, an easygoing disaster may soon make a comment or ask a question that make you watch in amazement. Fascinating to observe how intellectually say, going into his vocation. In your dreams. And do not think they cheated, they know what to expect. Perfectly. His generation grew up with the certainty of hopeless unemployment, the dismal landscape that will leave a legacy. And yet, is moving to see them persevere, persistent, asked as the body. Pursuing what they love. Beautiful study careers apparently useless, because the utility is pursuing another. It goes beyond simple living.
There farts, of course. Many. Mindless and stupid. Simple bottle meat: sheep ready for slaughter. But those were always memory-beam, Reverte. As for my current classmates, you'd be surprised to see the books that are mixed with those of Stieg Larsson and Ken Follett: Greek and Latin classics, or literature of the highest quality. We've seen them grow up thinking they are an irresponsible generation, functionally illiterate, that little known and less want to know. Without realizing that the needs and ways of learning have changed, but the desire follow. If you think about what our generation was taught and what he learned on his own, understand it is the same. These guys make the same effort that we did, more admirable in his case, now the cause is greater. The judge harshly at them all day with the computer and TV, not realizing that this is another way of forming, that we did not. A useful tool, while live right and what awaits them, they handle like no other. That takes us beyond where we had our simple books. So make no mistake with them, my friend. And stop growling. For a while there will still be righteous in Sodom.
...
"It's not gold that glitters,
Not all those who wander are lost;
to the deep roots are not reached by the frost,
the old that is strong does not wither.
De
the ashes a fire shall,
and a light hover in the shadows: Crownless will again be the king,
forge the broken sword again. " JRR Tolkien
The Lord of the Rings, Volume 1, Book 2, page 352
Sixth Edition, May 1980 Ediciones Minotauro
One of our "guardian spirits" of the III Joradas of Dissent, with one of the literary references in our Spain in recent years. Among writers walk the thing, people with a gift for communicating with the people on the basis of a single culture, in both we are all born as citizens, in both we are all educated from childhood to our old age. WOLF
De
the ashes a fire shall,
and a light hover in the shadows: Crownless will again be the king,
forge the broken sword again. " JRR Tolkien
The Lord of the Rings, Volume 1, Book 2, page 352
Sixth Edition, May 1980 Ediciones Minotauro
One of our "guardian spirits" of the III Joradas of Dissent, with one of the literary references in our Spain in recent years. Among writers walk the thing, people with a gift for communicating with the people on the basis of a single culture, in both we are all born as citizens, in both we are all educated from childhood to our old age. WOLF
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