Βιβλία σαν το «The Education of Henry Adams»

All that winter the household was busy getting me ready for school. The pathos of these preparations I did not realize; nor, I think, did any of us. Mother spent evening after evening bending her stately head over wonderful embroidered garments, ripping out, stitch by stitch, the exquisite work of hands folded in rest generations ago. Then Ishi would dye the silk and make it into plain garments suitable for my school life.

I’d tell men and women in their midtwenties not to settle for a job or a profession or even a career. Seek a calling. Even if you don’t know what that means, seek it. If you’re following your calling, the fatigue will be easier to bear, the disappointments will be fuel, the highs will be like nothing you’ve ever felt.

Αλλόκοτον όσον και κοινόν είναι το αίσθημα το άγον ημάς να μεριμνώμεν περί γεγονότων, τα οποία ενδέχεται να επέλθωσιν, όταν δεν θα υπάρχωμεν πλέον, και ν’ αποδίδωμεν μεγάλην σημασίαν εις την περί ημών γνώμην ανθρώπων, οίτινες δεν εγεννήθησαν ακόμη. Μεθύομεν προκαταβολικώς δι’ οίνου, τον οποίον ουδέποτε θα πίωμεν. Ο πάγκοινος και ανεκρίζωτος εκ της καρδίας ημών πόθος μακράς υπάρξεως μ’ εφαίνετο κατά την στιγμήν εκείνην τόσον άτοπος και παράλογος, ώστε ησχυνόμην ν’ ανήκω εις το μωρόν και τρισάθλιον ανθρώπινον γένος και εζήλευα τας πετώσας υπεράνω του ρεύματος μικράς χρυσαλλίδας, τας οποίας επέμενα να ταυτίζω μετά των τρισολβίων εφημέρων.

But the fact is, the human mind, the individual mind, has always been made more interesting by dwelling on the old riddles, even if it makes nothing of them. Science hasn’t given us any new amazements, except of the superficial kind we get from witnessing dexterity and sleight-of-hand. It hasn’t given us any richer pleasures, as the Renaissance did, nor any new sins—not one! Indeed, it takes our old ones away. It’s the laboratory, not the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sins of the world. You’ll agree there is not much thrill about a physiological sin. We were better off when even the prosaic matter of taking nourishment could have the magnificence of a sin.

Ὁ γέλως τῆς Μάσιγγας ἐξ αὐτῆς τῆς πρώτης στιγμῆς ἐπροξένησεν εἰς τὴν ἀκοήν μου παραδόξως ἡδεῖαν ἐντύπωσιν. Ποτὲ δὲν ἤκουσα νεάνιδα γελῶσαν τόσον εὐήχως, τόσον ἁρμονικῶς. Ποτὲ δὲν ἐγνώρισα γέλωτα περιέχοντα τόσην ἔκφρασιν, τόσην ρητορικὴν ἀκρίβειαν καὶ ποικιλίαν. Ἡμεῖς οἱ ἄλλοι γελῶμεν, ὡς κράζουσιν αἱ χῆνες, ἀμεταβλήτως σχεδὸν ἐν πάσῃ περιπτώσει. Ἐν τῷ γέλωτι τῆς κόρης ἐκείνης ἠδύνασο νὰ διακρίνῃς ὄχι μόνον τὴν ἑκάστοτε αἰτίαν αὐτοῦ, ἀλλὰ καὶ ὅλας τὰς φάσεις τῆς θυμικῆς αὐτῆς καταστάσεως, ἐξ ἧς προήρχετο, ὑφ’ ὧν συνωδεύετο. Θὰ ἔλεγες ὅτι ἐν αὐτῇ τὸ ἔργον τοῦ γελᾷν δὲν ἦτο ἀνατεθειμένον εἰς τὰ σαρκικὰ νεῦρα καὶ τὰς φυσιογνωμικὰς τοῦ σώματος κινήσεις, ἀλλ’ ἐξετελεῖτο ἀπ’ ἀρχῆς μέχρι τέλους παρ’ αὐτῆς τῆς ψυχῆς ἐπὶ τῶν χορδῶν μυστηριώδους ἁρμονικοῦ τινος ὀργάνου, τοῦθ’ ὅπερ ἔκαμνε τὸν γέλωτα τῆς παρθένου νὰ εἶναι ἐκφραστικώτερος, μουσικώτερος, ἀυλώτερος πάσης ἐνάρθρου φωνῆς καὶ λογικῆς γλώσσης.

Nothing that passed during that charming epocha, nothing that I did, said, or thought, has escaped my memory. The time that preceded or followed it, I only recollect by intervals, unequally and confused; but here I remember all as distinctly as if it existed at this moment. Imagination, which in my youth was perpetually anticipating the future, but now takes a retrograde course, makes some amends by these charming recollections for the deprivation of hope, which I have lost forever. I no longer see anything in the future that can tempt my wishes, it is a recollection of the past alone that can flatter me, and the remembrance of the period I am now describing is so true and lively, that it sometimes makes me happy, even in spite of my misfortunes.