The Journey is Everything: A Journal of the SeventiesDuke University Press, 1983 - 208 páginas "What does one learn by taking a journey, any journey?" Helen Bevington asks. "I've taken a shaky trip through a decade (to Russia, to the mailbox, to bed) to the end of the 1970s, about which uncomplimentary and increasingly anxious remarks were made by us all--you, me, and the media." This is a book of journeys, to places--Russia, Hawaii, Italy, Yugoslavia, Greece, the South Seas, the Rhine, Australia, New Zealand, New Mexico--and to the classroom at Duke University where she was Professor of English until her retirement in 1976. Since everything is a journey, the book is concerned with travel of all kinds, in books, in memories, in people living and dead, a lighthearted search for Eden on this planet but a more serious search for survival in the troubled decade of the 1970s. |
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... eye , the other having been clawed out by a grizzly bear . Though it was late October , she made up her mind to climb to the summit of Longs Peak , 14,255 feet , with desperado Jim as her guide , where to reach the top she had to be ...
... eye , the other having been clawed out by a grizzly bear . Though it was late October , she made up her mind to climb to the summit of Longs Peak , 14,255 feet , with desperado Jim as her guide , where to reach the top she had to be ...
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... Holy Year , the little man is everywhere with outstretched arm , on posters , monuments , billboards . It was said of Gladstone , " You look up at his statue , and his eye still flashes . " Lift up your eyes and Lenin's 13.
... Holy Year , the little man is everywhere with outstretched arm , on posters , monuments , billboards . It was said of Gladstone , " You look up at his statue , and his eye still flashes . " Lift up your eyes and Lenin's 13.
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A Journal of the Seventies Helen Bevington. still flashes . " Lift up your eyes and Lenin's cold glance says , " You are under scrutiny . Watch out ! " I don't mind him , but I mind the huge statue of " Liberation " on the highest peak ...
A Journal of the Seventies Helen Bevington. still flashes . " Lift up your eyes and Lenin's cold glance says , " You are under scrutiny . Watch out ! " I don't mind him , but I mind the huge statue of " Liberation " on the highest peak ...
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... the terrifying Peter - Paul fortress on an island in the Neva , Tanya , the young Intourist guide , begged us to turn our eyes away . Peter - Paul served as a political prison for two hundred years . Its low buildings hold seventy - 16.
... the terrifying Peter - Paul fortress on an island in the Neva , Tanya , the young Intourist guide , begged us to turn our eyes away . Peter - Paul served as a political prison for two hundred years . Its low buildings hold seventy - 16.
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... eyes away . Were this a literary tour I would go straight to the railway station where Anna Karenina said good - bye to her husband , or to the street where Dostoevski lived . But I would lose my historians . Since they came to look at ...
... eyes away . Were this a literary tour I would go straight to the railway station where Anna Karenina said good - bye to her husband , or to the street where Dostoevski lived . But I would lose my historians . Since they came to look at ...
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Alamos asked beautiful Betty bird blue bomb called century child climbed confessional poets D. H. Lawrence dancing David death diary died Dubrovnik Duke E. B. White eyes face faeries feet Fiji Fijians garden German girl gold hair happy hate husband Jan Morris John journey Kathleen Raine kissed lady laughed Lenin letter lived look lover Lowell Maori married Mexico miles mind Moscow mother mountain naked never night Nixon one's palace paradise Peterhof poem poet poetry Rhine Robert Lowell rock Rotorua Russian Sarah says smiling stopped streets student Sylvia Plath Tahiti talk tell thing thought told tonight took town trees turned Virginia Woolf W. H. Auden walked Wallace Stevens West Berlin White wife woman women words write wrote young
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Página 205 - For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And, with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Página 94 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Página 108 - If I've killed one man, I've killed two— The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you.
Página 60 - A man who has not been in Italy is always conscious of an inferiority, from his not having seen what it is expected a man should see. The grand object of travelling is to see the shores of the Mediterranean.
Página 192 - It is an illusion that we were ever alive, Lived in the houses of mothers, arranged ourselves By our own motions in a freedom of air. Regard the freedom of seventy years ago. It is no longer air. The houses still stand, Though they are rigid in rigid emptiness.
Página 49 - Dame, at our door Drowned, and among our shoals, Remember us in the roads, the heaven-haven of the Reward : Our King back, oh, upon English souls! Let him caster in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east, More brightening her, rare-dear Britain, as his reign rolls, Pride, rose, prince, hero of us, high-priest, 280 Our hearts' charity's hearth's fire, our thoughts
Página 141 - SEXUAL intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (Which was rather late for me) — Between the end of the Chatterley ban And the Beatles
Página 142 - I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. — ROBERT FROST, THE ROAD NOT TAKEN...
Página 74 - There was an Old Man of Thermopylae, who never did anything properly ; But they said, " If you choose to boil Eggs in your Shoes, You shall never remain in Thermopylae.
Página 176 - WHAT PEOPLE WILL PUT UP WITH THERE is nothing to which men, while they have food and drink, cannot reconcile themselves. They will put up with present suffering, with the certainty of death, with solitude, with shame, with wrong, with the expectation of eternal damnation. In the face of such things, they can not only be merry for the moment, but solemnly thank God for having brought them into existence.