My heartfelt thanks are with you, dear bhuwanchand, for giving me the chance to reblog from your work with utmost enthusiasm and conviction. Long ago, I had posted an interview by Ted Koppel with Morrie Schwartz including his following words that had been haunting me since I first read them (as writtten by Mitch Album): “Death ends a life, not a relationship.” The key concept in your post, “love”, is, to me, the only power we can rely on in surpassing death. And there, certainly is no reason that can rule out such permanence.
#DailyBookQuote : 20th September 2013
– Thomas Mann (June 06, 1875 – August 12, 1955)
– Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain
In this dizzyingly rich novel of ideas, Mann uses a sanatorium in the Swiss Alps, a community devoted exclusively to sickness, as a microcosm for Europe, which in the years before 1914 was already exhibiting the first symptoms of its own terminal irrationality. The Magic Mountain is a monumental work of erudition and irony, tension and intellectual ferment, a book that pulses with life in the midst of death.
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