... nothing on earth exerts such pressure on the human soul as a void.
We praise ourselves saying being human entails being good.
If we are meant to be ba and we are not, our mind have lost the battle against a deviation.
Now that is a depressing thought.I had this book on my to-read shelf for months.
Zweig had a keen eye to deal with the psychological spects of human beings with the clarit that characterizes great writers.
A million possibilities lying in a dar and white board with sixty-four little squares dividing A from B.
It is there, inside, waiting for a decision.
You are thinking: Which path should I take? Time.
Time is needed to decide.
He tended to repeat keywords in order to emphasize a particular situation, thought, feeling, etc.; that embellishes the sentence with a unique melody.The novella starts with a recount of Mirko Czentovic 's story, the world chess champion.
Strangest things have happened.) Czentovic was a grotesque, simple-minded boy lost in the world of the senses.
Unfortunately, several times I had the unpleasant experience of seeing how a simple person that came from a humble background could turn into an arrogant figure after achieving some material success.Arrogance and confidence are two different guys.
Behind that self-absorbed body language, an overwhelming insecurity was hidden.There is psychological material in everyone, even in the apparently simplest man of all.Black.
There was nobody to do, nothing to hear, nothing to see, you were surrounded everywhere, all the time, by the void, that entirely spaceless, timeless vacuum.
I could almost see Czentovic 's cold and defying eyes while playing his insensitive game.
( 21) In conclusion, intriguing lot, interesting haracters, situations described so vividly that you can almost touch them and a magnificent, accessible writing with the power to dazzle you until the end.
And we are in the middle, surrounded by many combinations, many ossibilities, paths and decisions.
Perhaps, two people writing these rambling thoughts.