of this earth, knowing nothing of evil. I hid the feather in my glove, and stood there unable to tear
myself away from her.
"'Look, they are urging father to dance,' she said to me, pointing to the tall, stately figure of
her father, a colonel with silver
and other targets in the area between the front lines. a similar looking material was issuing from the
3 a camp away from the front line where exhausted mouth
13 high zest - idealistic enthusiasm, keenly believing in
might rest for
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.
After the wildest beauty in the world,
I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
in a room where a dead person lies, as a sign to the
1 Anthem - perhaps best known in the expression and as a mark of respect. The coming of night is
"The National Anthem;" also, an important religious drawing down of blinds.
song (often ex
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure
To cross the sleeping green between.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
It seems you inwardly grin as you pass
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Strong eyes, fi
ISAAC ROSENBERG: DEAD MANS DUMP
What fierce imaginings their dark souls lit
Earth! have they gone into you?
The plunging limbers over the shattered track
Somewhere they must have gone,
Racketed with their rusty freight,
And flung on your hard back
The dark air spurts with fire
The explosions ceaseless are.
Here is one not long dead;
Timelessly now, some minutes past,
His dark hearing caught our far wheels,
These dead strode time with vigorous life,
And the choked soul stretched weak hands
BERTOLT BRECHT (1898-1956):
WHEN EVIL-DOING COMES LIKE FALLING RAIN
When evil-doing comes like falling rain, no
body calls out 'stop!' When crimes begin to
Like one who brings an important letter to the
pile up they become invisible
where you won't lie too cramped
we shovel a grave in the air
there you won't lie too cramped
A man lives in the house
He shouts dig this earth deeper you lot there you
he plays with his vipers he writes
others sing up and play
he writes when it grows dark
JEAN-PAUL SARTRE: REPUBLIC OF SILENCE, LETTRES FRANAISES (1944)
We were never more free than during the German occupation. We had lost all our rights, beginning
with the right to talk. Every day we were insulted to our faces and had to take it in silence
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at midday Death is a master aus
we drink you at evening and morning we drink and
this Death is ein Meister aus Deutschland his eye it
he shoots you with shot made of le
Resistance asked themselves anxiously, If they torture me, shall I be able to keep silent? Thus
the basic question of liberty itself was posed, and we were brought to the verge of the deepest
knowledge that man can have of himself. For the secret of a man
-Que no estaba cargado?
-No seora; ni me parece que lo ha estado nunca Como que el pobre seorito ni lleg a
comprar las cpsulas. Si hasta le pregunt, a veces, si quera que me pasase por casa del armero y
las trajese, y no me respondi, y luego no se volvi a
WILFRED OWEN: DULCE ET DECORUM EST1
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we curs
Mis ojos, con fijeza alocada, no se apartaban del cajn del mueble que encerraba el revlver.
No poda yo dudar, por el tono y el gesto de Reinaldo, que estaba dispuesto a ejecutar su
amenaza, y como, adems, saba la facilidad con que se ofuscaba su imaginaci
rhythmically and easily, making her steps short or long, with her little feet in their white satin
"All the people in the room followed every movement of the couple. As for me I not only
admired, I regarded them with enraptured sympathy. I was p
occupied two hours, so by the time I went out it was dawn. It was regular carnival weather-foggy,
and the road full of water-soaked snow just melting, and water dripping from the eaves. Varinka's
family lived on the edge of town near a large field, one en
before, I grew still happier every moment.
"We did not speak of love. I neither asked myself nor her whether she loved me. It was quite
enough to know that I loved her. And I had only one fear-that something might come to interfere
with my great joy.
The thing that approached was a man, stripped to the waist, fastened with cords to the guns of two
soldiers who were leading him. At his side an officer in overcoat and cap was walking, whose figure
had a familiar look. The victim advanced under the blows
"'I'll teach you to hit him gently,' I heard his furious voice say.
'Will you pat him like that? Will you?' and I saw how his strong hand in the suede glove struck
the weak, bloodless, terrified soldier for not bringing down his stick with sufficient stre
Service either. And so I have been of no use whatever, as you can see."
"Yes, we know how useless you've been," said one of us. "Tell us, rather, how many people
would be of any use at all if it hadn't been for you."
"Oh, that's utter nonsense," said Ivan
KATE CHOPIN: "THE STORY OF AN HOUR" (1894)
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as
gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken senten
continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain
strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one
of those patches of blue sky. It was
And yet she had loved him-sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could
love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she
suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being
distracciones; separada ya de mis amigas, de mi parentela, de mi propia familia, porque Reinaldo
interpretaba como ardides de traicin el deseo de comunicarme y mirar otras caras que la suya, yo
lloraba a menudo, y no corresponda a los transportes de pasin
Callbamos; pero mi modo de contemplarla deca tan expresivamente mi piedad, que ella,
suspirando por ensanchar un poco el siempre oprimido pecho, se decidi, y no sin detenerse de vez
en cuando a respirar y rehacerse, me cont la extraa historia.
EMILIA PARDO BAZAN: EL REVLVER (1895) [ENGLISH AVAILABLE AS PDF]
En un acceso de confianza, de esos que provoca la familiaridad y convivencia de los balnearios, la
enferma del corazn me refiri su mal, con todos los detalles de sofocaciones, violentas
institutions, without an army, without police, was something that at each instant every Frenchman
had to win and to affirm against Nazism. No one failed in this duty, and now we are on the threshold
of another Republic. May this Republic to be set up in b
JEAN-PAUL SARTRE EXISTENTIALISM IS A HUMANISM (1946)
My purpose here is to offer a defence of existentialism against several reproaches that have been
laid against it.
First, it has been reproached as an invitation to people to dwell in quietism of despai