Twelfth Night
William Shakespeare (1564–1616), 1602
Ατμόσφαιρα: χαρά και λαχτάρα. Μιλά για την αγάπη, την ταυτότητα και την ελευθερία.
Σελίδες από το βιβλίο
She never told her love,But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud,Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,And with a green and yellow melancholyShe sat like patience on a monument,Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?We men may say more, swear more: but indeedOur shows are more than will; for still we proveMuch in our vows, but little in our love. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,And call upon my soul within the house;Write loyal cantons of contemned loveAnd sing them loud even in the dead of night;Halloo your name to the reverberate hillsAnd make the babbling gossip of the airCry out “Olivia!” O, You should not restBetween the elements of air and earth,But you should pity me! O, what a deal of scorn looks beautifulIn the contempt and anger of his lip!A murderous guilt shows not itself more soonThan love that would seem hid: love’s night is noon.Cesario, by the roses of the spring,By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;But rather reason thus with reason fetter,Love sought is good, but given unsought better. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Κοινά στοιχεία: λαχτάρα και αγάπη.
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Twelfth Night»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: χαρά και λαχτάρα. Μιλά για την αγάπη, την ταυτότητα και την ελευθερία.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Twelfth Night»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Twelfth Night», δοκίμασε «Τζέιν Έιρ» (Charlotte Brontë), «The Enchanted April» (Elizabeth von Arnim) και «Λογική και ευαισθησία» (Jane Austen).
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Να κοιτάς κάποιον που δεν πρέπει, ξέροντας ακριβώς πόσο θα σου κοστίσει.
No sooner did I see that his attention was riveted on them, and that I might gaze without being observed, than my eyes were drawn involuntarily to his face; I could not keep their lids under control: they would rise, and the irids would fix on him. I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,—a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.
Τζέιν Έιρ · Charlotte Brontë
Γιατί τυλιγόμαστε με μικρά πράγματα όταν η νύχτα γίνεται υπερβολικά μεγάλη.
She pulled her wrap closer round her with a gesture of defence, of keeping out and off. She didn’t want to grow sentimental. Difficult not to, here; the marvellous night stole in through all one’s chinks, and brought in with it, whether one wanted them or not, enormous feelings—feelings one couldn’t manage, great things about death and time and waste; glorious and devastating things, magnificent and bleak, at once rapture and terror and immense, heart-cleaving longing. She felt small and dreadfully alone. She felt uncovered and defenceless. Instinctively she pulled her wrap closer. With this thing of chiffon she tried to protect herself from the eternities.
The Enchanted April · Elizabeth von Arnim
Η Μαριάν θεωρεί πως μια ήρεμη καρδιά δεν αξίζει έπαινο επειδή μένει ήρεμη.
Such behaviour as this, so exactly the reverse of her own, appeared no more meritorious to Marianne, than her own had seemed faulty to her. The business of self-command she settled very easily:—with strong affections it was impossible, with calm ones it could have no merit. That her sister’s affections were calm, she dared not deny, though she blushed to acknowledge it; and of the strength of her own, she gave a very striking proof, by still loving and respecting that sister, in spite of this mortifying conviction.
Λογική και ευαισθησία · Jane Austen
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