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In both books, then, there is an intricate, insistent pattern of character, language and image which helps to create form, and so to achieve that quality of ‘expansion’ or ‘opening out’, rather than of completion, that E.M.Foster saw as essential to the modern novel which would be more than a story. from ‘The Symbolist Novel : Huysmana to Malraux“ by Melvin J. Friedman in ‘Modernism’ Edited by Malcolm Bradbury and James McFarlane

\"많이 아프냐,,,? ,,,,,,,,,,,, 나도 많이 아프다...\" from 영화 \"다모\" 중의 대사에서,,,

향을 풍기는 꽃의 매력에 말 없는 깊은 대화가 이루어집니다. 대화는 잊기 어려운 삶의 일부입니다.

좋은 말씀 주시어 감사합니다. Don Mclean의 Vincent van Gogh를 이야기하는 \"Vincent\" 라는 노래가 생각납니다. Vincent Don Mclean Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy, linen land Now, I understand what you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do But I could have told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will 좋은 주말 보내십시오,,,