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Ala vreme leti, 87 godina.:ohmy: 

Mozda je vreme da procitam serijal ponovo, i dalje imam Polarisovo izdanje. Verovatno cu sada stvari sagledati drugacije, ipak sam ovo citao kao klinac.

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bio je 90i neke na kolarcu držao predavanje, a vreme knjige mu je izdalo nešto

 

intelektualac tipa bečka škola, a još istočnoevropljanin. sa svim razlikama vrlo blizak i ovom podneblju

 

 

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Mislim da sam već pominjao Kayzerov dokumentarac Nauwgezet en wanhopig, kod nas preveden ako se ne varam kao "Svedoci prošlosti", emitovan negde krajem osamdesetih, početkom devedesetih.

George Steiner, Jorge Semprun, Gabriel Garcia Marquez i György Konrád, četiri mudraca, sa četiri strane sveta, svako za sebe, pričaju o odrastanju, ratu, oporavku društva posle rata i gde smo sad (tad).

Krenuo sam da gledam zbog Markesa, a pamtim koliko sam ostao fasciniran Konradom, cupkao sam do svake nove epizode (išlo jednom nedeljno).

Ima da se nađe na YT ceo serijal (4 epizode po dva sata), ali - naracija je holandska, a svako od njih priča svojim jezikom, tako da sad kad gledam, mogu da razumem samo Štajnera...  :mellow:

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"As I begin this last paragraph, outside my window a misty afternoon drizzle gently but inexorably soaks the City of London. Down there in the street I can see umbrellas commiserating with each other. In Sydney Harbour, twelve thousand miles away and ten hours from now, the yachts will be racing on the crushed diamond water under a sky the texture of powdered sapphires. It would be churlish not to concede that the same abundance of natural blessings which gave us the energy to leave has every right to call us back. All in, the whippy's taken. Pulsing like a beacon through the days and nights, the birthplace of the fortunate sends out its invisible waves of recollection. It always has and it always will, until even the last of us come home."
 
RIP Clive James
 
 
 
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