To lose a passport was the least of one’s worries. To lose a notebook was a catastrophe.
Bruce ChatwinRead
The history of Buenos Aires is written in its telephone directory. Pompey Romanov, Emilio Rommel, Crespina D. Z. de Rose, Ladislao Radziwil, and Elizabeta Marta Callman de Rothschild - five names taken at random from among the R's - told a story of exile, desolation, disillusion, and anxiety behind lace curtains.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the complex and poignant narratives of individuals in Buenos Aires, revealing deeper themes of dislocation and loss.
In this quote, Bruce Chatwin suggests that the names in the telephone directory of Buenos Aires encapsulate not just the identities of individuals, but also the broader human experiences of exile, disillusionment, and anxiety. Each name represents a story behind the surface of everyday life, hinting at the rich tapestry of personal histories intertwined with the city's narrative of transformation and struggle.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the cultural significance of urban identities.
To lose a passport was the least of one’s worries. To lose a notebook was a catastrophe.
Even today, when an Aboriginal mother notices the first stirrings of speech in her child, she lets it handle the "things" of that particular country: leaves, fruit, insects and so forth. "We give our children guns and computer games," Wendy said. "They gave their children the land."
When people start talking of man's inhumanity to man it means they haven't actually walked far enough.
Sluggish and sedentary peoples, such as the Ancient Egyptians-- with their concept of an afterlife journey through the Field of Reeds-- project on to the next world the journeys they failed to make in this one.
I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all the best books, somewhere to live when the rest of the world blew up.
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.
Let it crumble! Let the rocks revile me and flowers wilt at my coming. Your whole universe is not enough to prove me wrong. You are the king of gods, king of stones and stars, king of the waves of the sea. But you are not the king of man.
Spirituality is not to be learned by flight from the world, or by running away from things, or by turning solitary and going apart from the world. Rather, we must learn an inner solitude wherever or with whomsoever we may be. We must learn to penetrate things and find God there.
by making himself a priest made himself a demon.
I was born good but had grown progressively worse every year. Scout
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