An age is called Dark not because the light fails to shine, but because people refuse to see it. - James A. Michener

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An age is called Dark not because the light fails to shine, but because people refuse to see it.

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About James A. Michener

James Albert Michener (3 February 1907 – 16 October 1997) was an American author of more than 40 titles, the majority of which are novels of sweeping sagas, covering the lives of many generations in a particular geographic locale and incorporating historical facts into the story as well.

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When Wiktor asked how Miss Trilling had acquired so much knowledge of music, she resumed an earlier explanation which had been interrupted: “I attended a distinguished college in America, Oberlin, where music was important.

«Он самостоятельно дошел до понимания, что инстинктивная ненависть к евреям совершенно бессмысленна, а в поддержку рациональной неприязни нельзя привести никаких доказательств.»

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Which of your experiences best epitomizes the essence of traveling?' To be in a small boat at four in the morning in an ocean, any ocean, but particularly in the South Pacific, and to know that you are on a proper heading for a tropical island, and to watch as light from the still-hidden sun begins to filter into the eastern sky. And then, because you are in the part of the earth where, because of the bulge near the equator, the sun rises and sets with a tremendous crash, to see it suddenly explode into red brilliance, big enough to devour the world. And then to see ahead, its crest inflamed by the sun, the dim outline of the island you have been seeking, and to watch it slowly, magically rise from the sea until it becomes whole, a home for people, a resting place for birds. p136.

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