at mihi contingat Veneris languescere motu, cum moriar, medium solvar at inter opus; atque aliquis nostro lacrimans in funere dicat: 'conveniens vitae mors fuit ista tuae!'
Bense Venus'un kapanına teslim edeyim kendimi, Yarım bıraktığım işin ortasında ölümümle kendimi özgür bırakırken, Mezarımın başında gözyaşı döksün ve söylesin biri, "Yaşadığı gibi öldü' diye.·Kitabı okuyor
"What one wastes he steals from his heir; what one sordidly saves he steals from himself. A medium course is just, for ourselves and others."
Sayfa 94 - Illustrated with Twenty-Four Etchings by B. Damman and V. Foulquier, John C. Nimmo, 14. King William Street, Strand, W.C. London, 1885.·Kitabı okuyor
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Drittens : Eine forcierte Ausrichtung des Sozialen am Besonderen kann zu einer Erosion des Allgemeinen führen. Diese Tendenz lässt sich in der digitalen Öffentlichkeit exemplarisch beobachten. Hier findet eine Schwächung der allgemeinen Öffentlichkeit statt. Natürlich: In einer Hinsicht ist das Internet das Medium eines radikaldemokratischen Pluralismus, 269und man pflegt hier eine äußerst intensive öffentliche Kommunikation. Diese ist jedoch mit der Etablierung einer Vielzahl von Parallelöffentlichkeiten verbunden: Es handelt sich also nicht um einen Pluralismus in einem geteilten Rahmen, sondern um eine Parallelexistenz des Differenten und tendenziell Inkommensurablen. Wenn jeder seinen auf ihn individuell zugeschnittenen Newsfeed als Fenster zur Welt begreift, kommt es zu einer Vervielfältigung von Perspektiven, so dass im Extremfall zwischen den Subjekten die gemeinsame Basis für die Debatte erodiert.
I loved Miles. And yet, he was not the “love of my life.” Raleigh was. It was Raleigh alone who truly saw me. The only person who had ever believed.
My own cognitive dissonance had revealed Phil a paradox: that we were both—well, both. The same. I loved him like a novelist loves her flawed protagonist. With the reflective, creative love of artists and gods. Again, a selfish love. Biased. But then, there is no more powerful bias than love.
The truth is we all have two faces, and many more. I won’t try to cutely parse them. Nothing invites criticism like a subjective taxonomy. But I will say: Nearly all of Phil’s moral and intellectual and behavioral shortcomings, his limitations and annoying tics, his cognitive dissonances, possessed some sort of counterweight—if not in perfect balance to his sins.