Willa Cather

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years. -- Willa Cather

MEMBEAN

MEMBEAN: DON'T FORGET. 30min/wk. fun with words and words

Monday, April 6, 2015

Winston & Julia in wuv.

Tuesday agenda:

Plot recap. About what ideas has Winston been wrong?

Sex in 1984. Also the Wasteland.

Gender roles.









From "The Waste Land" by T.S. Eliot

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
 
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing 
Memory and desire, stirring 
Dull roots with spring rain. 
Winter kept us warm, covering         5
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding 
A little life with dried tubers.


From "Little Gidding" (the last of the 
Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot)

We shall not cease from exploration 
And the end of all our exploring 
Will be to arrive where we started 
And know the place for the first time. 

    

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