Book: Euphoria

To Helen, I was convinced that the desire to have more male than female trait in our culture, but now I think that the determining factor is the temperament.

- It was the wine or the bread?
- In what sense?
- A poem Amy Lowell, we loved her very much in College. Wine is something exciting and sensual, and the bread is dear and vital.
- I think wine.
- And it could turn into bread?
I do not know.
- This does not always happen.
No, I think not.

Culture is the whole complex potential of human capabilities in the form of a Grand rainbow, and each society selects from this rainbow it needs the elements.

...I don't trust the crowd - hundreds of people meaningless came together, driven by basic impulses: food, drink and sex. The Hairdryer claims that if you disable your own brain, you can reunite with another brain, the group consciousness, collective consciousness, and that this dizzying form of human community that we have lost, withdrawn into personality, unless you count trips to the war. About that and speech.

...One of the tricks to cheer up, to focus, to look inside.

Whisper. Breath. The rhythm of sex can not be confused with it. A short scream. Laughter.

I always was able to see the savagery under the plaster companies. It is not as deeply hidden below the surface where no governi.

Time stretched, like the thread that is pulled at both ends, fateful click is getting closer with each second. Tight. Tighter. To the limit.

The reasoning is secondary. Boring. It is the antonym of life.

Why, for all our obsession with individuality, we are still blinded by the desire to conform to the rules?

Are men always so, that first flash of passion, first sex binds you? And always have to go back to those first weeks when he only had to walk through the room that you start to take her clothes off?

I think back to my conversation with Helen on the steps of the Schermerhorn that each culture has its own spirit, its own flavor. Her words that night pop up in my head at least once a day. And do I say anything to anyone is that within eight years every day to disturb him?

I absorbed the staccato rhythm of their conversation, the sound of their laughter, hidden hints kiwanian head. I understood the meaning of relationships, likes & dislike, in the room, as could never, I say in their language. We don't realize how language interferes with communication until you lose it, how it interferes, blocking everything else out. Something else that you have to pay more attention, if not understand the words. When it comes to understanding the language, much is lost. From now on, you rely on words, and words are not always a reliable basis.

Unlike adults, children do not get tired to explain. They like to be important mentors.