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This morning, starting to write this, I reached under the table by the window to get some paper for the typewriter and saw that one of the three paperback books buried under the manuscripts is New Reformation. Although I am trying to live for a year without books, a few manage to creep in somehow. Ichen yut ems fitting that even here, in this tiny room where books are forbidden, where I try better to hear my own voice and discover what I really think and really feel, there is still at least one book by Paul Goodman around, for there has not been an apartment in which I have lived for the last twenty-two years that has not contained most of his books. With or without his books, I shall go on being marked by him. I shall go on grieving that he is no longer alive to talk in new books, and that now we all have to go on in our fumbling attempts to help each other and to say what is true and to relea what poetry we have and to respect each other家庭教育心得体会’s madness and right to be wrong and to cultivate our n of citizenliness without Paul’s hectoring, without Paul’s patient meandering explanations of everything, without the grace of Paul’s example.pron是什么意思
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Ashmore, in his biography, puts great emphasis on the famous Great Books program, the core curriculum of classic texts which Hutchins and Mortimer Adler devid for students and adults alike. Unquestionably, this list and the reading groups associated with it were vital to Hutchins. He said, “This is more than a t of great books, and more than a liberal education. Great books of the Western World is an act of piety. Here are the sources of our being. Here is the faith of the West, for here before everybody willing to look at it is that dialogue by way of which Western man has believed that he can approach the truth.” In the actual life of the university, that credo was implicit rather than explicit. Cours gravitated to canonic and talismanic works. Scientists had to read the classic documents in the history of their pursuit. But what Hutchins communicated was the necessary miracle of personal dialogue with the master spirits past and prent. He made of the university a hou of live reading, in which voices sprang t you from the page. Indirectly, Hutchins’s critique of Thomas Jefferson makes the point. Jefferson was not, Hutchins said, possd of “what ud to be called the ‘intellectual love of God,’ what we now call
‘the pursuit of truth for its own sake.’” Jefferson’s aims were social and pragmatic. But it is the disinterested, joyously obssive pursuit of truth that is the sole authentic purpo of humane learning and the mark of man’s singular, often rebuked dignity. To read, to reread passionately, to read “in dialogue” is to advance that purpo. s f expressA great university is one in which the necessary arts of reading are central. Hutchins’s Chicago was exactly that. I have not found many like it since.
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汉语言文学考研Which, then, of all the women is the real Ellen Terry? How are we to put the scattered sketches together? Is she mother, wife, cook, critic, actress, or should she have been, after all, a painter? 质疑英语Each part ems the right part until she throws it aside and plays another. Something of Ellen Terry it ems overflowed every part and remained unacted. Shakespeare could not fit her; nor Ibn; nor Shaw. The stage could not hold her; nor the nurry. But there is, after all, a greater dramatist than Shakespeare, Ibn, or Shaw. There is Nature. Here is so vast a stage, and so innumerable a company of actors, that fo
r the most part she fobs them off without breaking the ranks. But now and again Nature creates a new part, an original part. The actors who act that part always defy our attempts to name them. They will not act the stock parts---they forget the words, they improvi others for their own. But when they come on the stage falls like a pack of cards and the limelights are extinguished. That was Ellen Terry’s fate--- to act a new part. And thus while other actors are remembered becau they were Hamlet, Phedre, or Cleopatra, Ellen Terry is remembered becau she was Ellen Terry.
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He was, as a voluptuary of the mind, a great reconciler. He had little feeling for the tragic. H新年快乐的英文怎么写e was always finding the advantage of a disadvantage. Though he sounds many of the perennial themes of the modern culture critic, he was anything but catastrophe-minded. His work offers no visions of last judgments, civilizationthomas newcomen’s doom, the inevitability of barbarism. It is not even elegiac. Old-fashioned in many of his tastes, he felt nostalgic for the decorum and the literacy of an older bourgeois order. But he found much that reconcil
ed him to the modern. He was extremely courteous, a bit unworldly, resilient---he detested violence. He had beautiful eyes, which are always sad eyes. There was something sad in all this talk about pleasure; A Lover’s Discour is a very sad book. But he had known ecstasy and wanted to celebrate it. He was a great lover of life (denier of death); the purpo of his unwritten novel, he said, was to prai life, to express gratitude for being alive. In the rious business of pleasure, in the splendid play of his mind, there was always that undercurrent of pathos--- now made more acute by his premature, mortifying death.
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Of all the founding fathers, Benjamin Franklin may have been the most widely accomplished. His work as a scientist and inventor made him the most famous American of his day, not just in North America but all across Europe. He was the nation’s first and perhaps its greatest diplomat, the central figure behind two esntial achievements--- the alliance with France that was crucial to the American victory in the Revolutionary War and
the treaty with Britain that brought that was to a clo. He was a political thinker, the architect of designs for reprentative government, and a political activist, a forceful polemicist, and tireless pamphleteer. As if all that weren’t enough, he was a considerable literary figure, the author of an enduring autobiography and father of an endless line of shrewd comic characters, from Silence Dogood to Poor Richard.
