Tomorrow I must begin a new life (Wladyslaw Szpilman)

I stopped for a lttle rest, to draw breath. I looked over to the north of the city, where the ghetto had been, where half a million Jews had been murdered - there was nothing left of it. The Germans had flattened even the walls of the burnt-out buildings.

Tomorrow I must begin a new life. How could I do it with nothing but death behind me? What vital energy could I draw from death?

I went on my way. A stormy wind rattled the scrap-iron in the ruins, whistling and howling through the charred cavities of the windows. Twilight came on. Snow fell from the darkening, leaden sky.

Wladyslaw Szpilman (In The Pianist)

R.I.P. Peter Joyce

What connection can there have been between many people in the innumerable histories of this world, who, from opposite sides of great gulfs, have, nevertheless, been very curiously brought together! Charles Dickens (in Bleak House )

The female body is a work of art (Elaine Benes)

The female body is a work of art. The male body is utilitarian. It's for gettin' around. It's like an all-terrain vehicle. Elaine Benes.

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