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Название книги: The Book of Air and Shadows
Автор(ы): Michael Gruber
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Book-of-Air-and-Shadows-151031.html
© 2007
For E.W.N.Our Revels now are ended: These our actors(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, andAre melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,And like the baselesse fabricke of this visionThe Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,And like this insubstantial Pageant fadedLeave not a racke behinde: we are such stuffeAs dreames are made on; and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleepe… -WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,The Tempest, act IV, scene i,The First Folio, 1623
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Tap-tapping the keys and out come the words on this little screen, and who will read them I hardly know. I could be dead by the time anyone actually sees this, as dead as, say, Tolstoy. Or Shakespeare. Does it matter, when you read, if the person who wrote still lives? It sort of does, I think. If you read something by a living writer, you could, at least in theory, dash off a letter, establish a relationship maybe. I think a lot of readers f
Название книги: The Book of Air and Shadows
Автор(ы): Michael Gruber
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Book-of-Air-and-Shadows-151031.html
© 2007
For E.W.N.Our Revels now are ended: These our actors(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, andAre melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,And like the baselesse fabricke of this visionThe Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,And like this insubstantial Pageant fadedLeave not a racke behinde: we are such stuffeAs dreames are made on; and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleepe… -WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,The Tempest, act IV, scene i,The First Folio, 1623
1
Tap-tapping the keys and out come the words on this little screen, and who will read them I hardly know. I could be dead by the time anyone actually sees this, as dead as, say, Tolstoy. Or Shakespeare. Does it matter, when you read, if the person who wrote still lives? It sort of does, I think. If you read something by a living writer, you could, at least in theory, dash off a letter, establish a relationship maybe. I think a lot of readers f
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