ivanich
El Zahir
That which cannot be conceived by something else must be conceived by itself.
Finding original can be difficult and once found quite expensive.
“ Bread, cash, dosh, dough, loot, lucre, moolah, readies, the where-withal: call it what you like, money matters. To Christians, the love of it is the root of all evil. To generals, it is the sinews of war; …” Niall Ferguson
A Financial History of the World 2008
The Penguin Press
New York
20 centavos
The Aleph
-
Emma Shapplin
55.55
Other coin
www.goldenstatemint.com/1-oz-Bitcoin-Silver-Bullion-Round...
Пруст
« Time Regained »
www.rogerebert.com/reviews/time-regained-2000
Отягощенные злом
m.knigavuhe.org/book/strugackie-arkadijj-i-boris-otjagosh...
123. youtu.be/FyxUwaq00Rc
мелодрама. youtu.be/fLXAheLJoe0
Kisin’s view. youtu.be/j1C8awu_d6Y
Скот’ view. youtu.be/-fNrnWxXhP0
394 041922
796 2080 860
298 3
419 042422
435 050122
453 050322.
Ода болезни алзхеймера:
multiversum:
Джейн Остин.
youtube.com/watch?v=r5cqa9V0mUo&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE
youtube.com/watch?v=LZ1DKaE8zas&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE
Форс-мажор
youtu.be/AJxSkYbbRa8
13.8 billion turtles
Aleph with google
I hurriedly went to the door, I was already sick of his chatter. The basement, slightly wider than the stairs, looked more like a well. I looked in vain for the chest that Carlos Argentino had spoken of. One corner was cluttered with boxes of bottles and canvas bags. Carlos took the bag, rolled it up and placed it on the floor, apparently in a comfortable place.
“The pillow is unenviable,” he explained, “but if I make it even one centimeter higher, you won’t see a damn thing, you’ll only get upset and embarrassed.” Well, go to bed, relax well and count down nineteen steps.
I complied with his strange demands, he finally left and carefully lowered the lid - the darkness, despite the narrow gap that I later noticed, seemed absolute to me. Suddenly the danger of my situation became clear to me - I allowed myself to be locked in the basement by a madman after drinking poison. In Carlos's bravado there is a secret fear that I cannot see the miracle; To justify his nonsense, so as not to hear that he is crazy, Carlos must kill me. I thought some kind of faintness and tried to explain it as my immobility, and not the drug. I closed my eyes, then opened them. And then I saw Aleph.
Now I come to the untold point of my narrative and confess my impotence as a writer. All language consists of alphabetical symbols containing inclusions that are not shared with the past interlocutor. But how to describe another Aleph, whose infinity is incomprehensible even for my timid mind? Mystics use emblems on all occasions: the Persian, to mark the deity, speaks of birds, which somehow eat all the birds at once; Alanus de Insulis - a sphere whose center is everywhere, its circumference anywhere; Ezekiel is about an angel with private faces who constantly addresses the East and the West, the North and the South. (It’s not for nothing that I cite these obscure analogies; they have something to do with Aleph.) Perhaps the gods do not show mercy to me, and someday I will find an equivalent image, but until then a touch of literaryism and falsehood is inevitable in my writing . In addition, the main problem is insoluble: enumeration, even incomplete, infinite distribution. In that grand moment I saw millions of particles, pleasing to the eye and terrifying, none of them surprised me more than the fact that they all moved in one place, without overlapping one another or being bright. What my eyes saw happened simultaneously, but in my description it will appear in accordance with the sequence - such is the law of language. I will still name something.
On the lower surface of the step, on the right side, I saw a small, rainbow-sparkling ball of dazzling visibility. At first it seemed to me that it was rotating, then I realized that the illusion of movement was caused by the bright, mind-blowing scenes contained in it. Aleph had a diameter of two or three centimeters, but was in it throughout the entire space of the universe, and not at all reduced. Each object (for example, a glass mirror) was an infinite number of objects, because I saw it clearly with all points of the universe. I saw a densely populated sea, sunrise and sunset, I saw a crowd of visitors to America, I saw a silvery web inside the third pyramid, I saw a ruined labyrinth (it was), I saw an infinite number of eyes next to me that looked at me, as in London, I saw all the mirrors of our planet, and none of them reflected me, we saw in the backyard on Soleru Street the same stone slabs that we saw thirty years ago in the hallway of a house on Fry Benton Street, we saw vines, snow, tobacco, ore veins, water evaporation , saw the rounded equatorial deserts and every grain of sand, saw a woman in Verness whom I will never forget, saw her Indian hair, proud body, saw a cancer on her chest, saw a circle of lush dry earth on the sidewalk where there used to be a tree, saw a country house in Adroge, for example, the first English translation of Pliny, made by Filemon in Holland, saw simultaneously every letter on every page (as a boy, I wondered why the letters in a book, when it was closed, did not change at night and did not require), saw night and then day , saw the sunset in Keregaro, in which the color of one Bengal rose seemed to be reflected, saw my empty bedroom, saw one in a scientific office in Alkmaar a globe between two mirrors, endlessly reflected, saw horses with flowing manes on the shore of the Caspian Sea at dawn, saw an elegant skeleton Down, saw survivors of the victory sending postcards, saw a Spanish deck of cards in the window of Mirsapur, saw slanting shadows of ferns in the winter garden, saw tigers, blood clots, bison, sea storms and an army, saw all the ants there are on earth, the Persian astrolabe, in a desk display(the handwriting made me shiver)
the obscene, unthinkable, murderously precise letters of Beatriz addressed to Carlos Argentino, saw the sacred monument in Chacarita, saw the terrible remains of what was the rapturous Beatriz Viterbo, saw the circulation of my dark blood, saw the fusion of love and the changes brought about by death, saw the Aleph, saw from all points in Aleph the globe, and in the globe again Aleph, and in Aleph the globe, saw my face and my insides, saw your face; then my head began to spin, and I began to cry, because my eyes saw this mysterious, supposed something, whose name people have taken possession of, although not a single person has seen it: the incomprehensible universe.
I felt endless admiration, endless pity.
“You’ll be completely stunned if you stick your nose where people don’t ask for so long,” said the hateful, cheerful voice. “No matter how much you rack your brains, you will never repay me for such a miracle.” Stunning observatory, don't you agree, Borges?
Carlos Argentino's shoes were on the very top step. Suddenly it became a little lighter, and I stood up with difficulty and muttered:
- Yes, yes, amazing, amazing.
The indifferent sound of my voice surprised me.
Carlos Argentino asked anxiously:
— Did you see everything well? In color?
In a single moment, I made a plan for revenge. Good-naturedly, with undisguised pity, as if nervous and evasive, I thanked Carlos Argentino for the shelter in his basement and persistently advised me to take advantage of the demolition of the house to leave the harmful air of the capital, which no one - believe me, no one! - does not spare. Gently but adamantly, I refused to talk about Aleph, hugged Kärlos Argentino goodbye and repeated that rural life and peace are two wonderful doctors.
Reality of words
El Zahir
That which cannot be conceived by something else must be conceived by itself.
Finding original can be difficult and once found quite expensive.
“ Bread, cash, dosh, dough, loot, lucre, moolah, readies, the where-withal: call it what you like, money matters. To Christians, the love of it is the root of all evil. To generals, it is the sinews of war; …” Niall Ferguson
A Financial History of the World 2008
The Penguin Press
New York
20 centavos
The Aleph
-
Emma Shapplin
55.55
Other coin
www.goldenstatemint.com/1-oz-Bitcoin-Silver-Bullion-Round...
Пруст
« Time Regained »
www.rogerebert.com/reviews/time-regained-2000
Отягощенные злом
m.knigavuhe.org/book/strugackie-arkadijj-i-boris-otjagosh...
123. youtu.be/FyxUwaq00Rc
мелодрама. youtu.be/fLXAheLJoe0
Kisin’s view. youtu.be/j1C8awu_d6Y
Скот’ view. youtu.be/-fNrnWxXhP0
394 041922
796 2080 860
298 3
419 042422
435 050122
453 050322.
Ода болезни алзхеймера:
multiversum:
Джейн Остин.
youtube.com/watch?v=r5cqa9V0mUo&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE
youtube.com/watch?v=LZ1DKaE8zas&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE
Форс-мажор
youtu.be/AJxSkYbbRa8
13.8 billion turtles
Aleph with google
I hurriedly went to the door, I was already sick of his chatter. The basement, slightly wider than the stairs, looked more like a well. I looked in vain for the chest that Carlos Argentino had spoken of. One corner was cluttered with boxes of bottles and canvas bags. Carlos took the bag, rolled it up and placed it on the floor, apparently in a comfortable place.
“The pillow is unenviable,” he explained, “but if I make it even one centimeter higher, you won’t see a damn thing, you’ll only get upset and embarrassed.” Well, go to bed, relax well and count down nineteen steps.
I complied with his strange demands, he finally left and carefully lowered the lid - the darkness, despite the narrow gap that I later noticed, seemed absolute to me. Suddenly the danger of my situation became clear to me - I allowed myself to be locked in the basement by a madman after drinking poison. In Carlos's bravado there is a secret fear that I cannot see the miracle; To justify his nonsense, so as not to hear that he is crazy, Carlos must kill me. I thought some kind of faintness and tried to explain it as my immobility, and not the drug. I closed my eyes, then opened them. And then I saw Aleph.
Now I come to the untold point of my narrative and confess my impotence as a writer. All language consists of alphabetical symbols containing inclusions that are not shared with the past interlocutor. But how to describe another Aleph, whose infinity is incomprehensible even for my timid mind? Mystics use emblems on all occasions: the Persian, to mark the deity, speaks of birds, which somehow eat all the birds at once; Alanus de Insulis - a sphere whose center is everywhere, its circumference anywhere; Ezekiel is about an angel with private faces who constantly addresses the East and the West, the North and the South. (It’s not for nothing that I cite these obscure analogies; they have something to do with Aleph.) Perhaps the gods do not show mercy to me, and someday I will find an equivalent image, but until then a touch of literaryism and falsehood is inevitable in my writing . In addition, the main problem is insoluble: enumeration, even incomplete, infinite distribution. In that grand moment I saw millions of particles, pleasing to the eye and terrifying, none of them surprised me more than the fact that they all moved in one place, without overlapping one another or being bright. What my eyes saw happened simultaneously, but in my description it will appear in accordance with the sequence - such is the law of language. I will still name something.
On the lower surface of the step, on the right side, I saw a small, rainbow-sparkling ball of dazzling visibility. At first it seemed to me that it was rotating, then I realized that the illusion of movement was caused by the bright, mind-blowing scenes contained in it. Aleph had a diameter of two or three centimeters, but was in it throughout the entire space of the universe, and not at all reduced. Each object (for example, a glass mirror) was an infinite number of objects, because I saw it clearly with all points of the universe. I saw a densely populated sea, sunrise and sunset, I saw a crowd of visitors to America, I saw a silvery web inside the third pyramid, I saw a ruined labyrinth (it was), I saw an infinite number of eyes next to me that looked at me, as in London, I saw all the mirrors of our planet, and none of them reflected me, we saw in the backyard on Soleru Street the same stone slabs that we saw thirty years ago in the hallway of a house on Fry Benton Street, we saw vines, snow, tobacco, ore veins, water evaporation , saw the rounded equatorial deserts and every grain of sand, saw a woman in Verness whom I will never forget, saw her Indian hair, proud body, saw a cancer on her chest, saw a circle of lush dry earth on the sidewalk where there used to be a tree, saw a country house in Adroge, for example, the first English translation of Pliny, made by Filemon in Holland, saw simultaneously every letter on every page (as a boy, I wondered why the letters in a book, when it was closed, did not change at night and did not require), saw night and then day , saw the sunset in Keregaro, in which the color of one Bengal rose seemed to be reflected, saw my empty bedroom, saw one in a scientific office in Alkmaar a globe between two mirrors, endlessly reflected, saw horses with flowing manes on the shore of the Caspian Sea at dawn, saw an elegant skeleton Down, saw survivors of the victory sending postcards, saw a Spanish deck of cards in the window of Mirsapur, saw slanting shadows of ferns in the winter garden, saw tigers, blood clots, bison, sea storms and an army, saw all the ants there are on earth, the Persian astrolabe, in a desk display(the handwriting made me shiver)
the obscene, unthinkable, murderously precise letters of Beatriz addressed to Carlos Argentino, saw the sacred monument in Chacarita, saw the terrible remains of what was the rapturous Beatriz Viterbo, saw the circulation of my dark blood, saw the fusion of love and the changes brought about by death, saw the Aleph, saw from all points in Aleph the globe, and in the globe again Aleph, and in Aleph the globe, saw my face and my insides, saw your face; then my head began to spin, and I began to cry, because my eyes saw this mysterious, supposed something, whose name people have taken possession of, although not a single person has seen it: the incomprehensible universe.
I felt endless admiration, endless pity.
“You’ll be completely stunned if you stick your nose where people don’t ask for so long,” said the hateful, cheerful voice. “No matter how much you rack your brains, you will never repay me for such a miracle.” Stunning observatory, don't you agree, Borges?
Carlos Argentino's shoes were on the very top step. Suddenly it became a little lighter, and I stood up with difficulty and muttered:
- Yes, yes, amazing, amazing.
The indifferent sound of my voice surprised me.
Carlos Argentino asked anxiously:
— Did you see everything well? In color?
In a single moment, I made a plan for revenge. Good-naturedly, with undisguised pity, as if nervous and evasive, I thanked Carlos Argentino for the shelter in his basement and persistently advised me to take advantage of the demolition of the house to leave the harmful air of the capital, which no one - believe me, no one! - does not spare. Gently but adamantly, I refused to talk about Aleph, hugged Kärlos Argentino goodbye and repeated that rural life and peace are two wonderful doctors.
Reality of words