F. Scott Fitzgerald. The Graet Gatsby (1925)

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Traduccions de la darrera frase de la novel·la:

Ramon Folch i Camarasa (1972): "Així avancem, barques contra el corrent, arrossegats constantment cap al passat".

José Luis López Muñoz (1999): "Y así seguimos adelante, botes contra la corriente, empujados sin descanso hacia el pasado".

Justo Navarro: "Así seguimos, golpeándonos, barcas contracorriente, devueltos sin cesar al pasado".

Miguel Temprano: "Y así seguimos bogando, como botes contra la corriente, arrastrados incesantemente hacia el pasado".

José Luis Piquero: "Y así vamos avanzando, como botes remando a contracorriente, arrastrados sin cesar hacia el pasado".

Google Traductor (16/02/2011): "Així que li vam guanyar en endavant, pots contra el corrent, portades de tornada sense parar cap al passat".

William Shakespeare. The Merchant of Venice (1600)

Anthonio. In sooth I know not why I am so sad,
It wearies me: you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuffe 'tis made of, whereof it is borne,
I am to learne: and such a Want-wit sadnesse makes of mee,
That I haue much ado to know my selfe

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Graziano. Let it be so, the first intergatory
That my Nerrissa shall be sworne on, is,
Whether till the next night she had rather stay,
Or goe to bed, now being two houres to day,
But were the day come, I should wish it darke,
Till I were couching with the Doctors Clarke.
Well, while I liue, Ile feare no other thing
So sore, as keeping safe Nerrissas ring.

James Joyce. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916)

"Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes."
OVID, Metamorphoses, VIII, 18.

Chapter I

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo. . . .


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April 27. Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.

THE END

Dublin, 1904.
Trieste, 1914.

Thomas N. Bisson. Tormented voices. Power, Crisis, and Humanity in Rural Catalonia, 1140 - 1200 (1998)

MEMORIALS

The people died long ago.

Sinclair Lewis. Cass Timberlane (1945)

Until Jinny Marshland was called to the stand, the Judge was deplorably sleepy.


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"Dear Jinny!" he said, and she confided, "I'm going to get new storm-windows on my room, even if I have to put them up myself. I could, too! I'm the best storm-window fixer in this town. You'll see!"