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Originally Posted by Idril
This is from The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov and I just think it's one of the funniest lines I've ever read,
I love Master and Margarita and there are couple of discussion threads around the Forum if you would like to have a look at them once you've finished reading. :)
Some more quotes from The Name of the Rose:
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Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected inquiry. When we consdeir a book, we mustn't ask ourselves what it says but what it means...
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There are words that give power, otehrs that make us all the more derelict, and to this latter category belong the vulgar words of the simple, to whom the Lord has not granted the boon of self-expression in the universal tongue of knowledge and power.
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Be on guard, my son... The beauty of the body stops at the skin. If men could see what is beneath the skin,..., they would shudder at the sight of a woman. All that grace consists of mucus and blood, humours and bile. If you think of what is hidden in the nostrols, in the throat, and in the belly, you will find only filth. If it revolts you to touch mucus or dung with your fingertip, how could we desire to embrace the sack that contains that dung?
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After so many years even teh fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes?
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Est ubi glorai nunc Babyloiae? Where are the snows of yesteryear? The earth is dancing the dance of Macabre; at times it seems to be that the Danube is crowded with ships loaded with fools going towards a dark place.
This last quote reminded me of Yossarian's question in Catch-22: "Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?"
I would like to inform everyone that I have finally finished reading The Name of the Rose so no more quotes! :D