Until you're grown-up they send you to reform school. After you're grown-up they send you to the penitentiary.

You're going to have things to repent, boy,' Mr. John had told Nick. 'That's one of the best things there is. You can always decide whether to repent them or not. But the thing is to have them.

Nul homme n’est une île en soi. Nous faisons tous partie d’un continent et chaque fois que tu entends sonner le glas, ne demande pas pour qui il sonne, il sonne pour toi."
--Ernest Hemingway, “Pour qui sonne le glas”?

ჩვენ იძულებული ვართ, ამ დროში ვიცხოვროთ და ვიმუშაოთ, ყველაზე უარეს დროში, რაც კი ოდესმე ყოფილა, მაგრამ მაინც შეგი- ძლია, უამრავი სასიხარულო რამ მოძებნო – თან იცოდე, რა უვარგის დროში ცხოვრობ.

პოლიტიკაზე მირჩევნია არაფერი ვთქვა. მასთან ყოველი შეხება ერთადერთ შეგრძნებას მიტოვებს – თითქოს ბინძური ჭურჭლიდან რაღაც სისაძაგლე დავლიე. თავდაჯერებული პატრიოტი, სხვა ადამიანების ცხოვრებისა თუ რწმენის წარმმართველი – ასეთი გამომეტყველება აქვს ფოტოებზე პოლიტიკოსთა უმეტესობას.

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He remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. The male fish always let the female fish feed first and the hooked fish, the female, made a wild, panic-stricken, despairing fight that soon exhausted her, and all the time the male had stayed with her, crossing the line and circling with her on the surface. He had stayed so close that the old man was afraid he would cut the line with his tail which was sharp as a scythe and almost of that size and shape. When the old man had gaffed her and clubbed her, holding the rapier bill with its sandpaper edge and clubbing her across the top of her head until her colour turned to a colour almost like the backing of mirrors, and then, with the boy’s aid, hoisted her aboard, the male fish had stayed by the side of the boat. Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his wide lavender stripes showing. He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed.