Jesteśmy społecznością, która kocha książki

Rewolucja minionych pokoleń jaka dokonała się w religioznawstwie prawie w ogóle nie dotarła do powszechnej świadomości i musi jeszcze wpłynąc na ludzkie poglądy które opierają się na przestarzałych koncepcjach.

[...] Myślę więc, że lepiej pójdę teraz do urzędu zatrudnienia, bo, jak słyszałem, ponoć można trafić tam jakąś robotę". "Idę z tobą", powiedział drugi mężczyzna. "Wprawdzie moje mgr nie oznacza magazyniera, ale z pewnością nie każdy musi wiedzieć, że naprawdę jestem magistrem, może w bałaganie ktoś się nie połapie i będziemy mogli załapać się gdzieś razem". (s. 97).

Moje cierpienie jest dostatecznie autentyczne,ale ma jakość niskiej klasy bloku betonowego.

Och, tak bardzo bym chciała, żeby istniały na tym świecie jakieś słowa oprócz tych, które słyszę codziennie.

Best not to anticipate too much, said Thomas, it jiggles the possibilities.

The Dead Father’s head. The main thing is, his eyes are open. Staring up into the sky. The eyes a two-valued blue, the blues of the Gitanes cigarette pack. The head never moves. Decades of staring. The brow is noble, good Christ, what else? Broad and noble. And serene, of course, he’s dead, what else if not serene? From the tip of his finely shaped delicately nostriled nose to the ground, fall of five and one half meters, figure obtained by triangulation. The hair is gray but a young gray. Full, almost to the shoulder, it is possible to admire the hair for a long time, many do, on a Sunday or other holiday or in those sandwich hours neatly placed between fattish slices of work. Jawline compares favorably to a rock formation. Imposing, rugged, all that. The great jaw contains thirty-two teeth, twenty-eight of the whiteness of standard bathroom fixtures and four stained, the latter a consequence of addiction to tobacco, according to legend, this beige quartet to be found in the center of the lower jaw. He is not perfect, thank God for that. The full red lips drawn back in a slight rictus, slight but not unpleasant rictus, disclosing a bit of mackerel salad lodged between two of the stained four. We think it’s mackerel salad. It appears to be mackerel salad. In the sagas, it is mackerel salad.
Dead, but still with us, still with us, but dead.

And what did philosophy teach you? asked the Dead Father.
It taught me that I have no talent for philosophy, said Thomas, bbbbbbut—
But what?
But I think everybody should have a little philosophy, Thomas said. It helps, a little. It helps. It is good. It is about half as good as music.

You see! Thomas exclaimed. There it is! Things are not simple. Error is always possible, even with the best intentions in the world. People make mistakes. Things are not done right. Right things are not done. There are cases which are not clear. You must be able to tolerate the anxiety. To do otherwise is to jump ship, ethics-wise.