July 20th, 2005

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Не такъ

Вотъ здѣсь. Ключарь – положимъ. Но тогда слѣдуетъ отмѣтить, что картинка перевернута: онъ не впускаетъ въ иной міръ, а выпроваживаетъ изъ этого. Отсюда же – валторна никакъ не можетъ быть той самой трубой: она здѣшняя. А колокольчикъ – это, понятно, я отъѣхалъ на пикникъ чей-то. Кстати, иной міръ какъ непрерывное движеніе – не такой ужъ рѣдкій образъ – см. въ строго христіанской "Послѣдней битвѣ" Люиса или въ гностическихъ поэмахъ поздней Цвѣтаевой ("Новогоднее", "Поэма воздуха").
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Помилуй Богъ, какъ хорошо

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.

— Edmund Burke, 1729-1797


War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things; the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight; nothing he cares about more than his own personal safety; is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better persons than himself.


— John Stuart Mill, 1806-1873

(краду у solomon2)