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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen VidenRedigér teksten, så den bliver dansk.
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain. ... Or so says the legend.
Tilegnelse
Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen VidenRedigér teksten, så den bliver dansk.
for 'big sister' Jean Easthope
Første ord
Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen VidenRedigér teksten, så den bliver dansk.
On December 8th, 1915, Meggie Cleary had her fourth birthday.
Citater
Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen VidenRedigér teksten, så den bliver dansk.
[Fiona] plodded in her self-perpetuating circle of stove, worktable and sink as if nothing else existed.
"If she was capable of it, surely once or twice her guard would have slipped; surely once or twice she would have experienced a pang of something more than tolerant affection for her infrequent lovers. It didn't occur to her that she deliberately chose lovers who would never threaten her self-imposed detachment, so much a part of herself by now that she regarded it as completely natural."
Sidste ord
Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen VidenRedigér teksten, så den bliver dansk.
But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.