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...и мы довольно неискренние
Aug. 23rd, 2017 01:32 amКогда-то мне казалось, что самовар и чай в пакетиках — это вообще запредельный нонсенс.
Однако же нашелся нонсенс позапредельнее. Это дрова, сложенные напоказ у электрического камина.
Как всегда, Пирсиг уже обо всем сказал. Little pathetic attempts at Quality. Мелкие жалкие потуги на Качество.
If it was all bricks and concrete, pure forms of substance, clearly and openly, he might survive. It is the little, pathetic attempts at Quality that kill. The plaster false fireplace in the apartment, shaped and waiting to contain a flame that can never exist. Or the hedge in front of the apartment building with a few square feet of grass behind it. A few square feet of grass, after Montana. If they just left out the hedge and grass it would be all right. Now it serves only to draw attention to what has been lost.
