May he go to a great reward in the afterlife. Truly, the world has lost a great man. Rest in peace.
CR
May he go to a great reward in the afterlife. Truly, the world has lost a great man. Rest in peace.
CR
Ja Mata, Tosa.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storm may enter; the rain may enter; but the King of England cannot enter – all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! - William Pitt the Elder
I heard the news when I was in Prague last week. It was all over the local papers. I read most of his work and loved it for literary reasons. The obits and eulogies were mostly political, for obvious reasons, but somehow they didn't really grasp the man. Solzhenitsyn was a true literary genius, a man who wrote about or touched upon politics in all of his work, yet one whose humanity never found a political form simply because none would fit his talent, curiosity and profound insight. Neither the Russians nor (after 1974) the Americans knew what to make of him or what to do with him, and I suspect the feeling was mutual. Revered as a hero, decried an an anti-semite, he belonged in a realm of his own. Despite any mistakes of judgment he may have made, he made them in all honesty, never in search of vain glory or profit, we have his many novels as undeniable proof of his greatness.
The bloody trouble is we are only alive when we’re half dead trying to get a paragraph right. - Paul Scott
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