To lose a passport was the least of one’s worries. To lose a notebook was a catastrophe.
Bruce ChatwinRead
The history of Buenos Aires is written in its telephone directory. Pompey Romanov, Emilio Rommel, Crespina D. Z. de Rose, Ladislao Radziwil, and Elizabeta Marta Callman de Rothschild - five names taken at random from among the R's - told a story of exile, desolation, disillusion, and anxiety behind lace curtains.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the complex and poignant narratives of individuals in Buenos Aires, revealing deeper themes of dislocation and loss.
In this quote, Bruce Chatwin suggests that the names in the telephone directory of Buenos Aires encapsulate not just the identities of individuals, but also the broader human experiences of exile, disillusionment, and anxiety. Each name represents a story behind the surface of everyday life, hinting at the rich tapestry of personal histories intertwined with the city's narrative of transformation and struggle.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the cultural significance of urban identities.
To lose a passport was the least of one’s worries. To lose a notebook was a catastrophe.
Even today, when an Aboriginal mother notices the first stirrings of speech in her child, she lets it handle the "things" of that particular country: leaves, fruit, insects and so forth. "We give our children guns and computer games," Wendy said. "They gave their children the land."
When people start talking of man's inhumanity to man it means they haven't actually walked far enough.
Sluggish and sedentary peoples, such as the Ancient Egyptians-- with their concept of an afterlife journey through the Field of Reeds-- project on to the next world the journeys they failed to make in this one.
I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all the best books, somewhere to live when the rest of the world blew up.
Pray don't talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.
Many years ago, our father Ibrahim (AS) made a choice. He loved his son. But He loved God more. The commandment came to sacrifice his son. But it wasn't his son that was slaughtered. It was his attachment to anything that could compete with his love for God. So let us ask ourselves in these beautiful days of sacrifice, which attachments do we need to slaughter?
A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, 'I wait for you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung.' It says, 'Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore.
The history of free men is never really written by chance but by choice; their choice!
There will be justice," said Brutha. "If there is no justice, there is nothing.
Nobody can acquire honor by doing what is wrong.
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