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Торнтон Уайлдер: Starved of the environment of love: hence forever after
exhibiting so greedy and omnivorous an expectation of love that no affection
they receive is adequate, and (what is worse) their affection for others is
not truly love but a demand and command to be loved. I am more and more
willing to agree with certain authorities that homosexuality is negative -
that it is, even when apparently aggressive, a submission to solicitations.
These solicitations are not necessarily those coming from the outside; they
come from within also, from an exorbitant need for tenderness, i.e., to be
valued by another.
It is a discouraging business to be an author at sixteen years of age. Such an
author is all aspiration and no fulfillment. He is drunk on an imaginary
kinship with the writers he most admires, and yet his poor overblotted notebooks
show nothing to prove to others, or to himself, that the claim is justified....
An artist is one who knows how life should be lived at its best and is always
aware of how badly he is doing it. An artist is one who knows he is failing in
living and feeds his remorse by making something fair, and a layman is one who
suspects he is failing in living but is consoled by his successes in golf, or
in love, or in business.
Вот кто бы мог подумать, что и этот счастливчик - в той же лодке?
Тем умилительнее, тем прекраснее.
exhibiting so greedy and omnivorous an expectation of love that no affection
they receive is adequate, and (what is worse) their affection for others is
not truly love but a demand and command to be loved. I am more and more
willing to agree with certain authorities that homosexuality is negative -
that it is, even when apparently aggressive, a submission to solicitations.
These solicitations are not necessarily those coming from the outside; they
come from within also, from an exorbitant need for tenderness, i.e., to be
valued by another.
It is a discouraging business to be an author at sixteen years of age. Such an
author is all aspiration and no fulfillment. He is drunk on an imaginary
kinship with the writers he most admires, and yet his poor overblotted notebooks
show nothing to prove to others, or to himself, that the claim is justified....
An artist is one who knows how life should be lived at its best and is always
aware of how badly he is doing it. An artist is one who knows he is failing in
living and feeds his remorse by making something fair, and a layman is one who
suspects he is failing in living but is consoled by his successes in golf, or
in love, or in business.
Вот кто бы мог подумать, что и этот счастливчик - в той же лодке?
Тем умилительнее, тем прекраснее.