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賲匕賰乇丕鬲 賮鬲丕丞 乇氐賷賳丞
A superb autobiography by one of the great literary figures of the twentieth century, Simone de Beauvoir's Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter offers an intimate picture of growing up in a bourgeois French family, rebelling as an adolescent against the conventional expectations of her class, and striking out on her own with an intellectual and existential ambition exceedingly rare in a young woman in the 1920s.
She vividly evokes her friendships, love interests, mentors, and the early days of the most important relationship of her life, with fellow student Jean-Paul Sartre, against the backdrop of a turbulent political time.
She vividly evokes her friendships, love interests, mentors, and the early days of the most important relationship of her life, with fellow student Jean-Paul Sartre, against the backdrop of a turbulent political time.
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First published January 1, 1958
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Simone de Beauvoir
362听books10.6k听followersSimone de Beauvoir was a French author and philosopher. She wrote novels, monographs on philosophy, political and social issues, essays, biographies, and an autobiography. She is now best known for her metaphysical novels, including She Came to Stay and The Mandarins, and for her 1949 treatise The Second Sex, a detailed analysis of women's oppression and a foundational tract of contemporary feminism.
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Simone de Beauvoir est n茅e 脿 Paris le 9 janvier 1908. Elle fit ses 茅tudes jusqu'au baccalaur茅at dans le tr猫s catholique cours D茅sir. Agr茅g茅e de philosophie en 1929, elle enseigna 脿 Marseille, 脿 Rouen et 脿 Paris jusqu'en 1943. C'est L'Invit茅e (1943) qu'on doit consid茅rer comme son v茅ritable d茅but litt茅raire. Viennent ensuite Le sang des autres (1945), Tous les hommes sont mortels (1946), Les Mandarins (prix Goncourt 1954), Les Belles Images (1966) et La Femme rompue (1968).
Simone de Beauvoir a 茅crit des m茅moires o霉 elle nous donne elle-m锚me 脿 conna卯tre sa vie, son 艙uvre. L'ampleur de l'entreprise autobiographique trouve sa justification, son sens, dans une contradiction essentielle 脿 l'茅crivain : choisir lui fut toujours impossible entre le bonheur de vivre et la n茅cessit茅 d'茅crire ; d'une part la splendeur contingente, de l'autre la rigueur salvatrice. Faire de sa propre existence l'objet de son 茅criture, c'茅tait en partie sortir de ce dilemme.
Outre le c茅l猫bre Deuxi猫me sexe (1949) devenu l'ouvrage de r茅f茅rence du mouvement f茅ministe mondial, l'艙uvre th茅orique de Simone de Beauvoir comprend de nombreux essais philosophiques ou pol茅miques.
Apr猫s la mort de Jean-Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir a publi茅 La C茅r茅monie des adieux (1981) et les Lettres au Castor (1983) qui rassemblent une partie de l'abondante correspondance qu'elle re莽ut de lui. Jusqu'au jour de sa mort, le 14 avril 1986, elle a collabor茅 activement 脿 la revue fond茅e par Sartre et elle-m锚me, Les Temps Modernes, et manifest茅 sous des formes diverses et innombrables sa solidarit茅 avec le f茅minisme.
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Simone de Beauvoir est n茅e 脿 Paris le 9 janvier 1908. Elle fit ses 茅tudes jusqu'au baccalaur茅at dans le tr猫s catholique cours D茅sir. Agr茅g茅e de philosophie en 1929, elle enseigna 脿 Marseille, 脿 Rouen et 脿 Paris jusqu'en 1943. C'est L'Invit茅e (1943) qu'on doit consid茅rer comme son v茅ritable d茅but litt茅raire. Viennent ensuite Le sang des autres (1945), Tous les hommes sont mortels (1946), Les Mandarins (prix Goncourt 1954), Les Belles Images (1966) et La Femme rompue (1968).
Simone de Beauvoir a 茅crit des m茅moires o霉 elle nous donne elle-m锚me 脿 conna卯tre sa vie, son 艙uvre. L'ampleur de l'entreprise autobiographique trouve sa justification, son sens, dans une contradiction essentielle 脿 l'茅crivain : choisir lui fut toujours impossible entre le bonheur de vivre et la n茅cessit茅 d'茅crire ; d'une part la splendeur contingente, de l'autre la rigueur salvatrice. Faire de sa propre existence l'objet de son 茅criture, c'茅tait en partie sortir de ce dilemme.
Outre le c茅l猫bre Deuxi猫me sexe (1949) devenu l'ouvrage de r茅f茅rence du mouvement f茅ministe mondial, l'艙uvre th茅orique de Simone de Beauvoir comprend de nombreux essais philosophiques ou pol茅miques.
Apr猫s la mort de Jean-Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir a publi茅 La C茅r茅monie des adieux (1981) et les Lettres au Castor (1983) qui rassemblent une partie de l'abondante correspondance qu'elle re莽ut de lui. Jusqu'au jour de sa mort, le 14 avril 1986, elle a collabor茅 activement 脿 la revue fond茅e par Sartre et elle-m锚me, Les Temps Modernes, et manifest茅 sous des formes diverses et innombrables sa solidarit茅 avec le f茅minisme.
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February 7, 2017
鈥溾€ut all day long I would be training myself to think, to understand, to criticize, to know myself; I was seeking for the absolute truth: this preoccupation did not exactly encourage polite conversation.鈥�
Paris, 1908, and Simone de Beauvoir enters the world.
Born into a bourgeois family this beautifully deep and intimate account of one girls journey into early womanhood is both a fascinating and intelligent read. From her young spirited days as a child, to an intricate student life where literature and philosophy would play a pivotal role in shaping the future, to the beginnings of a blossoming friendship with Jean-Paul Sarte, Simone would become a leading figure in the roots of both feminism and existentialism, a true independent voice the the 20th century.
The early years.
Having the same attributes as any girl should have, Simone looked at the world even at a very young age with eyes wide open, she had the characteristics that any parent would wish for in their child, intelligent, pleasant to be around, willing to learn, listen, and play happily with sister Louise.
But she was also an independent thinker, ahead of her years, asking questions that someone of this age shouldn't even be interested in. Her education was a top priority, and Simone was always thinking ahead, deeply passionate for her Mama and Papa, they were her salvation, but the overly protected nature they showed had both good and bad points regarding her development. A family of devout Catholics, the de Beauvoir household was certainly a strict one, I guess it's easy to say that where today's young learn about things they shouldn't from the internet and so forth, back then books made a huge difference in ones self-discovering and learning about life, her mother would reiterate there are books for you and there are books for us, and was constantly keeping an eye on what she was reading. Reading was a big deal for Simone, spending weekends and evening with her head in book. There were two books in particular that had a lasting impression, 'Little Women' and 'The Mill on the Floss', both featuring female characters that Simone felt so strongly about she was driven to tears. It's safe to say that from the age of about twelve Simone's perception of women was changing, her father, a hard working banker believed a women's place in this world was either in the kitchen or the bedroom, and over the early teenage years the relationship with her parents would often bring conflict, but she remained very close to her sister, and had a good friend in Zaza who she spent plenty of time with. Females were definitely her comfort zone.
And there was one question she just couldn't figure out, "how can a women fall in love with a man, whom she may have only known briefly, and replace Papa who had been loved for her whole life"?.
This would constantly be a problem she just couldn't comprehend, Simone had no plans to fall in love, to wed, to have children, to live a wife's life. She just wanted her own, on her own terms.
In the later teen years, when a student, this thought process would change, well only slightly.
The Student.
Having excelled at school but also battling adolescent insecurity, her loss of faith, and the drive for her independence, Simone was very clear she wanted to be a writer, and took to start writing a novel as well as studying deep and philosophical work at the Biblioth猫que Sainte Genevi猫ve.
She would remain close friends with Zaza, fall in love with a charming young man in Jacques,
and make many new student acquaintances at the Sorbonne. She became fascinated with Robert Garric, a speaker of French Literature trying to bring culture to the lower classes after apparently giving up a promising career at the university, this she felt so strongly about and regularly sat in on some of his talks. Here Simone fell in with Jean Pradelle and Pierre Cairaut, dedicated left-wingers and a small group was set up to discuss various important matters concerning the social classes, possible war looming, as well as Philosophy. This would eventually lead her to cross paths with Jean-Paul Satre, and possibly the biggest moment in her life.
Taking Simone under his wing, Sarte always said he prefered the friendship with that of women more than men, and it's as if the two where just destined to meet. Something great was building, they could both feel it, a new direction was taking shape, which would lead to the birth of existentialism, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Superbly written, and classed as autobiographical, which it is, but the grandest thing of all is it kind of reads like a coming-of-age novel, and it's so personal and heartfelt, you start to think it's an intellectual story rather than an actual real life, but a real life it is, a courageously defiant account of a woman breaking free, and showing a determination to follow her own path, not one already mapped out for her.
Paris, 1908, and Simone de Beauvoir enters the world.
Born into a bourgeois family this beautifully deep and intimate account of one girls journey into early womanhood is both a fascinating and intelligent read. From her young spirited days as a child, to an intricate student life where literature and philosophy would play a pivotal role in shaping the future, to the beginnings of a blossoming friendship with Jean-Paul Sarte, Simone would become a leading figure in the roots of both feminism and existentialism, a true independent voice the the 20th century.
The early years.
Having the same attributes as any girl should have, Simone looked at the world even at a very young age with eyes wide open, she had the characteristics that any parent would wish for in their child, intelligent, pleasant to be around, willing to learn, listen, and play happily with sister Louise.
But she was also an independent thinker, ahead of her years, asking questions that someone of this age shouldn't even be interested in. Her education was a top priority, and Simone was always thinking ahead, deeply passionate for her Mama and Papa, they were her salvation, but the overly protected nature they showed had both good and bad points regarding her development. A family of devout Catholics, the de Beauvoir household was certainly a strict one, I guess it's easy to say that where today's young learn about things they shouldn't from the internet and so forth, back then books made a huge difference in ones self-discovering and learning about life, her mother would reiterate there are books for you and there are books for us, and was constantly keeping an eye on what she was reading. Reading was a big deal for Simone, spending weekends and evening with her head in book. There were two books in particular that had a lasting impression, 'Little Women' and 'The Mill on the Floss', both featuring female characters that Simone felt so strongly about she was driven to tears. It's safe to say that from the age of about twelve Simone's perception of women was changing, her father, a hard working banker believed a women's place in this world was either in the kitchen or the bedroom, and over the early teenage years the relationship with her parents would often bring conflict, but she remained very close to her sister, and had a good friend in Zaza who she spent plenty of time with. Females were definitely her comfort zone.
And there was one question she just couldn't figure out, "how can a women fall in love with a man, whom she may have only known briefly, and replace Papa who had been loved for her whole life"?.
This would constantly be a problem she just couldn't comprehend, Simone had no plans to fall in love, to wed, to have children, to live a wife's life. She just wanted her own, on her own terms.
In the later teen years, when a student, this thought process would change, well only slightly.
The Student.
Having excelled at school but also battling adolescent insecurity, her loss of faith, and the drive for her independence, Simone was very clear she wanted to be a writer, and took to start writing a novel as well as studying deep and philosophical work at the Biblioth猫que Sainte Genevi猫ve.
She would remain close friends with Zaza, fall in love with a charming young man in Jacques,
and make many new student acquaintances at the Sorbonne. She became fascinated with Robert Garric, a speaker of French Literature trying to bring culture to the lower classes after apparently giving up a promising career at the university, this she felt so strongly about and regularly sat in on some of his talks. Here Simone fell in with Jean Pradelle and Pierre Cairaut, dedicated left-wingers and a small group was set up to discuss various important matters concerning the social classes, possible war looming, as well as Philosophy. This would eventually lead her to cross paths with Jean-Paul Satre, and possibly the biggest moment in her life.
Taking Simone under his wing, Sarte always said he prefered the friendship with that of women more than men, and it's as if the two where just destined to meet. Something great was building, they could both feel it, a new direction was taking shape, which would lead to the birth of existentialism, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Superbly written, and classed as autobiographical, which it is, but the grandest thing of all is it kind of reads like a coming-of-age novel, and it's so personal and heartfelt, you start to think it's an intellectual story rather than an actual real life, but a real life it is, a courageously defiant account of a woman breaking free, and showing a determination to follow her own path, not one already mapped out for her.
March 28, 2025
Let's say it right away: every morning, every week, I had to put this book in my bag because the train was entering the station. It was painful. So the only thing left for me to do, as I walked, was to go over what I had just read, to relate it to me, possibly to my childhood, and to associate these memories with what I knew about Simone de Beauvoir.
How some autobiographies I have read recently seem bland and empty to me now, in the face of this one! Simone de Beauvoir jumps on each evocation of her childhood to dissect it, explain it, and draw from it the substance of what will build her over the years.
Her ungrateful adolescence, questions about faith, and young emotions in the first years of her life led to her enthusiasm as a precocious little girl and her tantrums when she tore off at a captivating moment. Then, her fierce desire freed her from the bourgeoisie in which she was entangled like many friends. These meetings would forge her and direct her unceasingly towards discoveries and reflections always in motion.
We will remember his friendship with his sister Poupette and Zaza, his childhood friend, his love for his cousin Jacques, his admiration for Herbaud, and finally, Sartre, who will prove to be the one who will remain in his life forever.
Simone de Beauvoir never judges herself; she analyzes and describes the development of her thoughts as a child and adolescent, sometimes resorting to her newspapers from the time and letters received.
This correspondence, let's talk about it, revolves around an aspect of the upper bourgeoisie forgotten today: marriages arranged around dowries and the respectability of families. Young girls suffering from thwarted and impossible loves, boys encouraged to get their hands on low-income young women before entering into marriage. In the 1920s, however relatively independent, passing aggregation, already a teacher, Simone still asked her parents permission to go to the theatre. Losing her virginity before marriage is unthinkable, and a girl still studying at 20 wastes her time. Who will want her?
The whole bourgeois context of this time gradually gave birth to De Beauvoir's feminist ideas, whose ambition to be someone was commensurate with his intelligence.
Finally, we discover a young Jean-Paul Sartre philosopher to the end and very endearing.
A key reading.
How some autobiographies I have read recently seem bland and empty to me now, in the face of this one! Simone de Beauvoir jumps on each evocation of her childhood to dissect it, explain it, and draw from it the substance of what will build her over the years.
Her ungrateful adolescence, questions about faith, and young emotions in the first years of her life led to her enthusiasm as a precocious little girl and her tantrums when she tore off at a captivating moment. Then, her fierce desire freed her from the bourgeoisie in which she was entangled like many friends. These meetings would forge her and direct her unceasingly towards discoveries and reflections always in motion.
We will remember his friendship with his sister Poupette and Zaza, his childhood friend, his love for his cousin Jacques, his admiration for Herbaud, and finally, Sartre, who will prove to be the one who will remain in his life forever.
Simone de Beauvoir never judges herself; she analyzes and describes the development of her thoughts as a child and adolescent, sometimes resorting to her newspapers from the time and letters received.
This correspondence, let's talk about it, revolves around an aspect of the upper bourgeoisie forgotten today: marriages arranged around dowries and the respectability of families. Young girls suffering from thwarted and impossible loves, boys encouraged to get their hands on low-income young women before entering into marriage. In the 1920s, however relatively independent, passing aggregation, already a teacher, Simone still asked her parents permission to go to the theatre. Losing her virginity before marriage is unthinkable, and a girl still studying at 20 wastes her time. Who will want her?
The whole bourgeois context of this time gradually gave birth to De Beauvoir's feminist ideas, whose ambition to be someone was commensurate with his intelligence.
Finally, we discover a young Jean-Paul Sartre philosopher to the end and very endearing.
A key reading.
May 6, 2023
丕賱噩夭亍 丕賱兀賰亘乇 賴賵 賮賷 丕賱氐乇丕毓 亘賷賳 廿賷賲丕賳 丕賱胤賯賵爻 賵 廿賷賲丕賳 丕賱乇乇賵丨 孬賲 丕賱氐乇丕毓 亘賷賳 丕賱廿賷賲丕賳 賵 丕賱賲丕丿賷丞 賵 禺賱丕賱 匕賱賰 丕爻鬲賰卮丕賮賴丕 賱賱毓丕賱賲 賵 賱賱兀卮賷丕亍 賵 鬲睾賷乇 鬲賱賰 丕賱乇丐賷丞 賰賱 賲乇丞 亘鬲睾賷乇 賳馗乇鬲賴丕 丕賱賮賱爻賮賷丞.
匕賱賰 兀賳 兀亘賷 賱賲 賷賰賳 賷匕賴亘 廿賱賶 丕賱賯丿丕爻 賵 賰丕賳 賷亘鬲爻賲 丨賷賳 賰丕賳鬲 毓賲鬲賷 賲丕乇噩乇賷鬲 鬲毓賱賯 毓賱賶 賲毓噩夭丕鬲 賱賵乇丿 賵 賴匕丕 賷毓賳賷 兀賳賴 賱賲 賷賰賳 賲丐賲賳丕. 睾賷乇 兀賳 賴匕丕 丕賱鬲卮賰賰 賱賲 賷丐孬乇 毓賱賷 賱卮丿丞 廿賷賲丕賳賷 亘丕賱賱賴 .. 賵 賲毓 匕賱賰 賮賯丿 賰賳鬲 兀毓乇賮 兀賳 兀亘賷 賱丕 賷禺胤卅 賯胤. 賮賰賷賮 兀賮爻乇 丕乇鬲賷丕亘賴 亘兀賵囟丨 丕賱丨賯丕卅賯責 賵 賱賰賳 亘賲丕 兀賳 兀賲賷 丕賱鬲賯賷丞 鬲乇賶 賲賵賯賮賴 賴匕丕 胤亘賷毓賷丕 賮賱賲 賷賰賳 賱賷 賲賳丕氐 賲賳 鬲賯亘賱 賲賵賯賮 兀亘賷. 賵 賰丕賳 賲賳 賳鬲賷噩丞 匕賱賰 兀賳賷 丕毓鬲丿鬲 丕毓鬲亘丕乇 丨賷丕鬲賷 丕賱賮賰乇賷丞 丕賱鬲賷 賷噩爻丿賴丕 兀亘賷 賵 丨賷丕鬲賷 丕賱乇賵丨賷丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賵噩賴賴丕 兀賲賷 賲賷丿丕賳賷賳 賲禺鬲賱賮賷賳. 賮廿賳 丕賱賯丿丕爻丞 賱丕 鬲賲鬲 亘氐賱丞 廿賱賶 丕賱毓賯賱. 賵 丕賱兀卮賷丕亍 丕賱廿賳爻丕賳賷丞 賰丕賱孬賯丕賮丞 賵 丕賱爻賷丕爻丞 賵 丕賱毓丕丿丕鬲 賱丕 鬲鬲毓賱賯 亘丕賱丿賷賳. 賵 賴賰匕丕 丿賮毓鬲 丕賱賱賴 禺丕乇噩 丕賱毓丕賱賲.
毓賱賶 兀賳 賵噩賴 丕賱毓丕賱賲 賯丿 鬲睾賷乇 鬲丨鬲 賳丕馗乇賷. 賮賯丿 卮毓乇鬲 賮賷 丕賱兀賷丕賲 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賱鬲 廿匕 賰賳鬲 噩丕賱爻丞 鬲丨鬲 卮噩乇丞 丕賱氐賮氐丕賮 丕賱賮囟賷. 賮乇丕睾 丕賱爻賲丕亍. 賵 丕賳鬲丕亘賳賷 賲賳 匕賱賰 丕賱囟賷賯. 賱賯丿 賰賳鬲 賮賷 丕賱賲丕囟賷 兀毓賷卮 賵爻胤 賱賵丨丞 丨賷丞 丕禺鬲丕乇 丕賱賱賴 賳賮爻賴 兀賱賵丕賳賴丕 賵 兀囟賵丕亍賴丕. 賵 賰丕賳 賰賱 卮賷亍 賷丿賲丿賲 賱賲噩丿賴 賵 毓馗賲鬲賴. 賵 賮噩兀丞 氐賲鬲 賰賱 卮賷亍. 賵 兀賷 氐賲鬲! 賱賯丿 賰丕賳鬲 丕賱兀乇囟 鬲丿賵乇 賮賷 丨賷夭 賱丕 鬲賳賮匕 賲賳賴 兀賷 毓賷賳. 賵 賵爻胤 丕賱兀孬賷乇 丕賱兀毓賲賶. 賰賳鬲 賵丨丿賷 囟丕卅毓丞 毓賱賶 爻胤丨賴丕 丕賱毓馗賷賲. 賵丨賷丿丞. 賱賯丿 賮賴賲鬲 賱賱賲乇丞 丕賱兀賵賱賶 賲毓賳賶 賴匕賴 丕賱賰賱賲丞 丕賱賮馗賷毓丞. 賵丨賷丿丞. 亘賱丕 卮丕賴丿. 賵 賱丕 賲丨丿孬. 賵 賱丕 賲賳 兀賱噩兀 廿賱賷賴. 廿賳 賳賮爻賷 賮賷 氐丿乇賷. 賵 丿賲賷 賮賷 毓乇賵賯賷. 賵 賴匕丕 丕賱禺賱賷胤 賮賷 乇兀爻賷. 廿賳 匕賱賰 賰賱賴 睾賷乇 賲賵噩賵丿 亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 賱兀丨丿. 賵 賳賴囟鬲 賵 兀禺匕鬲 兀毓丿賵 賳丨賵 丕賱丨丿賷賯丞 賱兀噩賱爻 亘賷賳 兀賲賷 賵 毓賲鬲賷 賲丕乇噩乇賷鬲 賱卮丿丞 丨丕噩鬲賷 廿賱賶 兀賳 兀爻賲毓 丕賱兀氐賵丕鬲.鬲賯毓 賮賷 丕賱丨賷乇丞 賵 丕賱賮乇丕睾 亘毓丿 賮賯丿 廿賷賲丕賳賴丕 賵 賱丕 鬲噩丿 賲丕 鬲毓丕賱噩 亘賴 禺賵丕亍 丕賱乇賵丨 廿賱丕 丕賱賮賱爻賮丞.
賰賳鬲 兀噩丿 毓夭丕卅賷 賮賷 丿乇爻 丕賱賮賱爻賮丞 亘毓丿 匕賱賰. 賵 賲丕 賰丕賳 賷噩匕亘賳賷 賮賷 丕賱賮賱爻賮丞 禺氐賵氐丕 賴賵 賲丕 賰賳鬲 兀賮賰乇 亘賴 賲賳 兀賳賴丕 鬲賲囟賷 賲爻鬲賯賷賲丞 廿賱賶 丕賱噩賵賴乇賷. 賵 賱賲 兀賲賱 賷賵賲丕 廿賱賶 丕賱鬲賮氐賷賱賷丕鬲. 賵 賰賳鬲 兀丿乇賰 丕賱賲毓賳賶 丕賱毓丕賲 賱賱兀卮賷丕亍 兀賰孬乇 賲賲丕 兀丿乇賰 鬲賮乇賾丿丕鬲賴丕. 賵 賰賳鬲 兀賮囟賱 丕賱賮賴賲 毓賱賶 丕賱賳馗乇. 賵 賯丿 鬲賲賳賷鬲 兀亘丿丕 兀賳 兀毓乇賮 賰賱 卮賷亍. 賵 賱爻賵賮 鬲鬲賷丨 賱賷 丕賱賮賱爻賮丞 兀賳 兀乇賵賷 賴匕賴 丕賱乇睾亘丞. 賱兀賳賴丕 鬲賯氐丿 賰賱賷丞 丕賱丨賯賷賯丞. 賮鬲賯賷賲 賮賷賴丕 賵 鬲賰卮賮 賱賷 賳馗丕賲丕 賵 爻亘亘丕 賵 囟乇賵乇丞. 亘丿賱丕 賲賳 丿賵丕賲丞 賲賳 丕賱兀丨丿丕孬 賵 丕賱賯賵丕賳賷賳 丕賱丕毓鬲亘丕胤賷丞. 賵 賯丿 亘丿鬲 賱賷 丕賱毓賱賵賲 賵 丕賱兀丿亘 賵 噩賲賷毓 丕賱兀賳馗賲丞 丕賱兀禺乇賶 兀賯乇亘丕亍 賮賯乇丕亍 賱賱賮賱爻賮丞.賵 乇睾賲 匕賱賰 賷馗賱 卮亘丨 丕賱廿賷賲丕賳 兀賵 胤賷賮賴 賷胤丕乇丿賴丕 賮賷 賰賱 賵賯鬲 賵 賮賷 賰賱 賲賰丕賳.
賵 賯丕賱 賱賷 賲乇丞 賲賳 睾賷乇 賲乇丨:兀賲丕 丕賱丨亘 賮賯丿 兀囟丕毓鬲 毓賲乇賴丕 賮賷 丕賳鬲馗丕乇賴 賴亘丕亍 賵 賰丕賳鬲 鬲乇亘賷鬲賴丕 丕賱氐丕乇賲丞 賵 賲鬲丕亘毓丞 兀賲賴丕 賱賰賱 爻賰賳丕鬲賴丕 賵 丨乇賰丕鬲賴丕 賲賳 兀賰亘乇 兀爻亘丕亘 丕賱卮賯丕亍.
兀鬲乇賷賳責 廿賳 賲丕 兀丨鬲丕噩 廿賱賷賴 賴賵 兀賳 兀丐賲賳 亘卮賷亍 賲丕!
賮爻兀賱鬲赖:
兀賱丕 賷賰賮賷 丕賱廿賳爻丕賳 兀賳 賷毓賷卮.
匕賱賰 兀賳賳賷 兀賳丕 賰賳鬲 兀丐賲賳 亘丕賱丨賷丕丞. 賮賴夭 乇兀爻賴 賵 賯丕賱:
賱賷爻 賲賳 丕賱爻賴賱 兀賳 賷毓賷卮 丕賱廿賳爻丕賳 廿匕丕 賱賲 賷賰賳 賲丐賲賳丕 亘卮賷亍.
賱賯丿 丕賳鬲馗乇鬲 兀爻丕亘賷毓 胤賵賷賱丞 賲孬賱 賴匕丕 丕賱賱賯丕亍 孬賲 賰丕賳鬲 賳夭賵丞 賲賳 賳夭賵丕鬲 兀賲賷 賰丕賮賷賴 賱鬲丨乇賲賳賷 賲賳賴. 賵 賴賰匕丕 鬲丨賯賯鬲 亘匕毓乇 賲賳 鬲亘毓賷鬲賷 賱賴丕. 丕賳賴賲 賱賲 賷賰鬲賮賵丕 亘兀賳 賷丨賰賲賵丕 毓賱賷 亘丕賱賳賮賷 賵 賱賰賳賴賲 賱賲 賷賰賵賳賵丕 賷鬲乇賰賵賳 賱賷 丕賱丨乇賷丞 兀賳 兀賯丕賵賲 賯爻賵丞 賲氐賷乇賷. 賱賯丿 賰丕賳鬲 兀毓賲丕賱賷 賵 丨乇賰丕鬲賷 賵 賰賱賲丕鬲賷 賲乇丕賯亘丞 賰賱賴丕. 賵 賰丕賳賵丕 賷乇氐丿賵賳 兀賮賰丕乇賷 賵 賰丕賳 亘賵爻毓賴賲 兀賳 賷噩賴囟賵丕 亘賰賱賲丞 賵丕丨丿丞 丌孬乇 丕賱賲卮丕乇賷毓 廿賱賶 賯賱亘賷. 賵 賴賰匕丕 賵噩丿鬲賳賷 噩丕賲丿丞 賵 賰丕賳 賴匕丕 丕賱噩賲賵丿 賷丿賮毓 賮賷 賯賱亘賷 丕賱賷兀爻.賵 毓賳丿賲丕 賷馗賴乇 爻丕乇鬲乇 賮賷 丕賱賳賴丕賷丞 鬲噩丿 賮賷 賰賳賮賴 丕賱丨亘 賵 丕賱兀賲丕賳 賵 丕賱毓夭丕亍 賲賳 賰賱 賲丕 賮賷 丕賱丨賷丕丞 賲賳 鬲毓丕爻丞 賵 卮賯丕亍.
兀賲丕 兀賳丕 賮賷禺賷賱 廿賱賶 兀賳 噩賲賷毓 丕賱兀賵賯丕鬲 丕賱鬲賷 賱賲 兀賯囟賴丕 賲毓賴 賰丕賳鬲 兀賵賯丕鬲丕 囟丕卅毓丞. 賵 賮賷 丕賱兀賷丕賲 丕賱禺賲爻丞 毓卮乇 丕賱鬲賷 丕爻鬲睾乇賯賴丕 丕賱丕爻鬲毓丿丕丿 賱賱丕賲鬲丨丕賳 丕賱卮賮賴賷 賱賲 賳賮鬲乇賯 廿賱丕 賱賱賳賵賲. 賵 賰賳丕 賳賯氐丿 丕賱爻賵乇亘賵賳 賱賳賯丿賲 丕賱丕賲鬲丨丕賳 賵 賳爻鬲賲毓 廿賱賶 丿乇賵爻 夭賲賱丕卅賳丕. 賵 賰賳丕 睾丕賱亘丕 賲丕 賳鬲賳夭賴 賲毓丕. 賵 賰丕賳 爻丕乇鬲乇 賷卮鬲乇賷 賱賷 毓賳丿 兀乇氐賮丞 丕賱爻賷賳 丕賱賰鬲亘 丕賱鬲賷 賰丕賳 賷賮囟賱賴丕. 賵 賷氐丨亘賳賷 賲爻丕亍 賱賲卮丕賴丿丞 丕賱兀賮賱丕賲 丕賱賰丕賵 亘賵賷 丕賱鬲賷 賰賳鬲 兀丨亘賴丕. 賵 賳噩賱爻 毓賱賶 兀乇氐賮丞 丕賱賲賯丕賴賷 賱賳鬲丨丿孬 爻丕毓丕鬲 胤賵賷賱丞.丕賱賳賴丕賷丞 亘賯氐丞 夭丕夭丕 賵 亘乇丕丿賷賱 賲丐賱賲丞 賵 睾乇賷亘丞 賮賷 丕賱賵賯鬲 匕丕鬲賴 賵 賰匕賱賰 廿賮乇丕丿 賲爻丕丨丕鬲 賰亘賷乇丞 賮賷 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲 賱賯氐氐 丕賱兀氐丿賯丕亍 賵 丕賱禺胤丕亘丕鬲 丕賱賲鬲亘丕丿賱丞 亘賷賳賴賲 賰丕賳鬲 賲賳 丕賱爻賱亘賷丕鬲 丕賱賯賱賷賱丞 賱鬲賱賰 丕賱爻賷乇丞 丕賱匕丕鬲賷丞 丕賱賲鬲賲賷夭丞 匕丕鬲 丕賱鬲乇噩賲丞 丕賱賲賲鬲丕夭丞 賵 丕賳 賰丕賳鬲 丕賱賳賴丕賷丞 賲亘鬲賵乇丞 賵 賰兀賳 賴賳丕賰 亘賯賷丞 賱賲 鬲鬲乇噩賲 兀賵 賱賲 鬲胤亘毓 廿賱丕 兀賳 亘賴丕 賲賳 丕賱丨賲賷賲賷丞 賵 丕賱氐丿賯 賵 丕賱毓匕賵亘丞 丕賱賰孬賷乇.
October 23, 2012
賲賳 兀乇丕丿 兀賳 賷毓乇賮 賲賳 賴賷 丿賵亘賵賮賵丕乇 賵賰賷賮 鬲卮賰賱 賮賰乇賴丕 丕賱賲鬲賲乇丿 賮賱丕 亘丿 兀賳 賷賯乇丕 賲匕賰乇丕鬲賴丕 丕賱乇氐賷賳丞 賴匕丕 丕賱賰鬲丕亘 賷丨賵賷 賰賱 丕賱鬲丨賵賱丕鬲 丕賱鬲賷 賲乇賾鬲 亘賴丕 賲賳 丕賱胤賮賵賱丞 賵丨鬲賶 賮鬲乇丞 丕賱賲乇丕賴賯丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲囟胤乇亘 賮賷賴丕 賰賱 丕賱賮鬲賷丕鬲 睾賷乇 廿賳 廿囟胤乇丕亘 爻賷賲賵賳 賰丕賳 卮毓賵乇丕 亘丕賱禺賵丕亍 賵丕賱賵丨丿丞 賵鬲賱賰 丕賱丨丕噩丞 丕賱賮賰乇賷丞 丕賱鬲賷 馗賱鬲 鬲卮睾賱賴丕 夭賲賳丕 胤賵賷賱丕 廿賱賶 噩丕賳亘 廿禺鬲賱丕賮 賳馗乇鬲賴丕 賱賱丨賷丕丞 毓賲賳 賴賲 賮賷 爻賳賴丕 賴匕賴 丕賱賲卮丕毓乇 丕賱賮丕卅囟丞 丨賵賱鬲 爻賷賲賵賳 廿賱賶 兀賳孬賶 亘賰丕亍丞 囟毓賷賮丞 賮賱噩兀鬲 廿賱賶 丕賱賰鬲亘 鬲賳賴賱 賲賳賴丕 賵廿賱賶 丕賱賮賱爻賮丞 鬲丨丿賷丿丕 丨鬲賶 丕爻鬲毓丕丿鬲 匕丕鬲賴丕 賵亘夭鬲 兀賰孬乇 丕賱賲鬲丨匕賱賯賷賳 賲賳 丕賱乇噩丕賱 .. 賯氐丞 爻賷賲賵賳 賲毓 氐丿賷賯鬲賴丕 夭丕夭丕 賲丐孬乇丞 噩丿丕 賵賯氐丞 丨亘 胤賮賵賱鬲賴丕 丕賱囟丕卅毓 賰匕賱賰 ..孬賲 賰賷賮 廿賱鬲賯鬲 爻丕乇鬲乇 賵丕賱丨賯賷賯丞 賰賳鬲 胤賵丕賱 賮鬲乇丞 兀賯乇兀 亘賳賴賲 賱兀毓乇賮 賰賷賮 賵賲鬲賶 賰丕賳 丕賱賱賯丕亍 賵賰賷賮 賰丕賳 廿賳胤亘丕毓賴丕 丕賱兀賵賱 兀賵 廿賳胤亘丕毓賴 賱丕 亘丿 兀賳 锟斤拷噩賱 匕賰賷 賰爻丕乇鬲乇 爻賷賴鬲賲 亘丕賱廿爻鬲賷賱丕亍 毓賱賶 爻賷賲賵賳 賰賱 鬲賱賰 丕賱賲卮丕毓乇 丕賱禺丕胤賮丞 賵丕賱賲賱賷卅丞 賵丕賱賲賳丕賯卮丕鬲 丕賱賮賰乇賷丞 賵丕賱鬲賷 丕爻鬲睾乇賯鬲 爻丕毓丕鬲 賵丕賱鬲賷 禺賱賮鬲 氐丿丕賯丞 賵毓賱丕賯丞 胤賵賷賱丞 賵丕噩賴鬲 亘毓囟 丕賱賲胤亘丕鬲 賵丕賱鬲賷 賰鬲亘鬲 卮賷卅丕 毓賳賴丕 賮賷 乇賵丕賷鬲賴丕 丕賱賲丿毓賵丞 .. 賱賲 賷賰賳 賲丕 賰鬲亘鬲賴 爻賷賲賵賳 毓賳 爻丕乇鬲乇 亘丕賱爻胤賵乇 丕賱賰孬賷乇丞 賮賷 賲匕賰乇丕鬲賴丕 賱賰賳賴 賰丕賳 賷丨賲賱 賴丕賱丞 爻丨乇賷丞 賰孬賷賮丞 賲賳 丕賱賵賮丕亍 賵丕賱丨亘 兀賱丕 賷賰賮賷 廿賳賴丕 賯丕賱鬲 兀賳 賰賱 爻賳賵丕鬲 毓賲乇賷 賯亘賱賴 賰丕賳鬲 囟丕卅毓丞 !
賰鬲丕亘 乇丕卅毓 噩丿丕 丕爻鬲賲鬲毓鬲購 亘賴 賱兀賯氐賶 丨丿
賰鬲丕亘 乇丕卅毓 噩丿丕 丕爻鬲賲鬲毓鬲購 亘賴 賱兀賯氐賶 丨丿
September 18, 2010
Be careful of those quiet, nerdy-looking teenage girls, they may grow up to become famous authors. Here's Simone listening to her parents' friends (my translation):
Oh, and did you know that Sartre got her on the rebound?
Ils lisaient et ils parlaient de leurs lectures. On disait: "C'est bien 茅crit mais il y a des longueurs." Ou bien: "Il y a des longueurs, mais c'est bien 茅crit." Parfois, l'艙il r锚veur, la voix subtile, on nuan莽ait: "C'est curieux" ou d'un ton plus s茅v猫re: "C'est sp茅cial."Her mother had strict ideas about what Simone was allowed to read herself; many of the books had paperclips inserted to mark the forbidden pages. By the time she was 17, she'd read every single page they had at home. She removed the paperclips, then put them back in the same place when she was done. Apparently her mother never noticed.
They read, and they talked about what they'd been reading. They said "It's well-written but a bit boring." Or, perhaps, "It's a bit boring, but it's well-written." Sometimes, with a dreamy look and a hushed voice, they provided further details: "It's strange" or, in a more severe tone, "It's different."
Oh, and did you know that Sartre got her on the rebound?
May 2, 2019
My introduction to the writing of Simone de Beauvoir is the first of several memoirs she wrote. Published in 1958, Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter takes place during the Great War and the postwar years, with de Beauvoir an intellectually ravenous, morally prudish and eternally questioning teenage daughter of a bourgeois family in Paris. Lit with tremendous desire, but, as a child of privilege, very little drama, I related to her life immediately. My childhood in suburban Houston of the 1980s was filled with great anticipation but very little in the way of anything actually happening. The author relates all of this in writing that is absolutely jeweled.
-- One day in the place Saint-Sulpice, walking along hand-in-hand with my Aunt Marguerite who hadn't the remotest idea how to talk to me, I suddenly wondered: 'How does she see me?' and felt a sharp sense of superiority: for I knew what I was like inside; she didn't. Deceived by outward appearances, she never suspected that inside my immature body nothing was lacking; and I made up my mind that when I was older I would never forget that a five-year-old is a complete individual, a character in his own right. But that was precisely what adults refused to admit, and whenever they treated me with condescension I at once took offence.
-- One evening, however, I was chilled to the marrow by the idea of personal extinction. I was reading about a mermaid who was dying by the sad sea waves; for the love of a handsome prince, she had renounced her immortal soul, and was being changed into sea-foam. That inner voice which had always told her 'Here I am' had been silenced for ever, and it seemed to me that the entire universe had foundered in the ensuing stillness. But--no it couldn't be. God had given me the promise of eternity; I could not ever cease to see, to hear, to talk to myself. Always I should be able to say: 'Here I am.' There could be no end.
-- In the afternoons I would sit out on the balcony outside the dining-room; there, level with the tops of the trees that shaded the boulevard Raspail, I would watch the passers-by. I knew too little of the habits of adults to be able to guess where they were going in such a hurry, or what the hopes and fears were that drove them along. But their faces, their appearance, and the sound of their voices captivated me; I find it hard now to explain what the particular pleasure was that they gave me; but when my parents decided to move to the fifth-floor flat in the rue de Rennes, I remember the despairing cry I gave: 'But I won't be able to see the people in the street any more!'
-- Papa used to say with pride: 'Simone has a man's brain; she thinks like a man; she is a man.' And yet everyone treated me like a girl. Jacques and his friends read real books and were abreast of all current problems; they lived out in the open; I was confined to the nursery. But I did not give up all hope. I had confidence in my future. Women, by the exercise of talent or knowledge, had carved out a place for themselves in the universe of men. But I felt impatient of the delays I had to endure. Whenever I happened to pass by the Coll猫ge Stanislas my heart would sink; I tried to imagine the mystery that was being celebrated behind those walls, in a classroom full of boys, and I would feel like an outcast.
-- My father, the majority of writers, and the universal consensus of opinion encouraged young men to sow their wild oats. When the time came, they would marry a young woman of their own social class; but in the meanwhile it was quite in order for them to amuse themselves with girls from the lowest ranks of society--women of easy virtue, young milliners' assistants, work-girls, sewing-maids, shopgirls. This custom made me feel sick. It had been driven into me that the lower classes have no morals: the misconduct of a laundry-woman or a flower-girl therefore seemed to me to be so natural that it didn't even shock me; I felt a certain sympathy for those poor young women whom novelists endowed with such touching virtues. Yet their love was always doomed from the state; one day or other, their lover would throw them over for a well-bred young lady. I was a democrat and a romantic; I found it revolting that, just because he was a man and had money, he should be authorized to play around with a girl's heart.
Much of Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter is devoted to Simone de Beauvoir's best friend Elizabeth "Zaza" Mabille, a bookworm whose mother grows to fear that Simone's preference for a ideals will corrupt daughter. The girls grow closer, pull apart and come together again as they move through college. The same goes for Simone's cousin Jacques, who she alternatively detests, loves and decides she'd be grossly incompatible with as a wife. The book is absent of drama and those hoping for a pageant of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll are encouraged to look elsewhere, but de Beauvoir's prism of introspection, intellectual curiosity, virtue, integrity and honesty are an intoxicating read.
Translation by James Kirkup.
-- One day in the place Saint-Sulpice, walking along hand-in-hand with my Aunt Marguerite who hadn't the remotest idea how to talk to me, I suddenly wondered: 'How does she see me?' and felt a sharp sense of superiority: for I knew what I was like inside; she didn't. Deceived by outward appearances, she never suspected that inside my immature body nothing was lacking; and I made up my mind that when I was older I would never forget that a five-year-old is a complete individual, a character in his own right. But that was precisely what adults refused to admit, and whenever they treated me with condescension I at once took offence.
-- One evening, however, I was chilled to the marrow by the idea of personal extinction. I was reading about a mermaid who was dying by the sad sea waves; for the love of a handsome prince, she had renounced her immortal soul, and was being changed into sea-foam. That inner voice which had always told her 'Here I am' had been silenced for ever, and it seemed to me that the entire universe had foundered in the ensuing stillness. But--no it couldn't be. God had given me the promise of eternity; I could not ever cease to see, to hear, to talk to myself. Always I should be able to say: 'Here I am.' There could be no end.
-- In the afternoons I would sit out on the balcony outside the dining-room; there, level with the tops of the trees that shaded the boulevard Raspail, I would watch the passers-by. I knew too little of the habits of adults to be able to guess where they were going in such a hurry, or what the hopes and fears were that drove them along. But their faces, their appearance, and the sound of their voices captivated me; I find it hard now to explain what the particular pleasure was that they gave me; but when my parents decided to move to the fifth-floor flat in the rue de Rennes, I remember the despairing cry I gave: 'But I won't be able to see the people in the street any more!'
-- Papa used to say with pride: 'Simone has a man's brain; she thinks like a man; she is a man.' And yet everyone treated me like a girl. Jacques and his friends read real books and were abreast of all current problems; they lived out in the open; I was confined to the nursery. But I did not give up all hope. I had confidence in my future. Women, by the exercise of talent or knowledge, had carved out a place for themselves in the universe of men. But I felt impatient of the delays I had to endure. Whenever I happened to pass by the Coll猫ge Stanislas my heart would sink; I tried to imagine the mystery that was being celebrated behind those walls, in a classroom full of boys, and I would feel like an outcast.
-- My father, the majority of writers, and the universal consensus of opinion encouraged young men to sow their wild oats. When the time came, they would marry a young woman of their own social class; but in the meanwhile it was quite in order for them to amuse themselves with girls from the lowest ranks of society--women of easy virtue, young milliners' assistants, work-girls, sewing-maids, shopgirls. This custom made me feel sick. It had been driven into me that the lower classes have no morals: the misconduct of a laundry-woman or a flower-girl therefore seemed to me to be so natural that it didn't even shock me; I felt a certain sympathy for those poor young women whom novelists endowed with such touching virtues. Yet their love was always doomed from the state; one day or other, their lover would throw them over for a well-bred young lady. I was a democrat and a romantic; I found it revolting that, just because he was a man and had money, he should be authorized to play around with a girl's heart.
Much of Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter is devoted to Simone de Beauvoir's best friend Elizabeth "Zaza" Mabille, a bookworm whose mother grows to fear that Simone's preference for a ideals will corrupt daughter. The girls grow closer, pull apart and come together again as they move through college. The same goes for Simone's cousin Jacques, who she alternatively detests, loves and decides she'd be grossly incompatible with as a wife. The book is absent of drama and those hoping for a pageant of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll are encouraged to look elsewhere, but de Beauvoir's prism of introspection, intellectual curiosity, virtue, integrity and honesty are an intoxicating read.
Translation by James Kirkup.
August 4, 2017
Una ribelle compostezza.
La scrittura di questa donna magnifica 猫 qualcosa di straordinario. Mi ci perdo. Mi lascio trasportare, me ne innamoro e poi mi accorgo di avrer letto pagine su pagine in un soffio.
"Durante gli esercizi spirituali che precedettero la mia prima comunione, il predicatore, per metterci in guardia contro le tentazioni della curiosit脿, ci raccont貌 una storia che esasper貌 la mia.
Una bambina eccezionalmente intelligente e precoce, ma allevata da genitori poco vigili, un giorno era andata a confidarsi con lui: aveva fatto cos矛 cattive letture che aveva perduto la fede e perso la vita in orrore; egli aveva cercato di riaccenderle la speranza, ma la bambina era contaminata in modo troppo grave: poco tempo dopo egli apprese che si era suicidata.
Il mio primo moto fu uno slancio d'invidiosa ammirazione per quella bambina, pi霉 grande di me solo di un anno, e che la sapeva tanto pi霉 lunga di me. Poi caddi nella perplessit脿. La mia fede era la mia assicurazione contro l'inferno; lo tomevo troppo per poter mai commettere un peccato mortale; ma se uno cessava di credere, tutti gli abissi si spalancavano; era possibile che potesse accadere una sciagura cos矛 spaventosa senza che uno se la fosse meritata?
La piccola suicida non aveva nemmeno peccato per disobbedienza; s'era soltanto esposta senza precauzione a forze oscure che avevano devastata la sua anima; perch茅 Dio non l'aveva soccorsa? E come potevano, delle parole accozzate insieme dagli uomini, distruggere le prove soprannaturali?
La cosa che meno riuscivo a capire era che la conoscenza potesse condurre alla disperazione."
"Il carnefice non era che un insignificante mediatore tra il martire e le sue palme."
"Una notte intimai a Dio, se esisteva, di dichiararsi. Rest貌 muto, e mai pi霉 gli rivolsi la parola. In fondo, ero molto contenta che non esistesse. Avrei trovato odioso che la partita che stava svolgendosi quaggi霉 avesse gi脿 la sua conclusione nell'eternit脿."
La scrittura di questa donna magnifica 猫 qualcosa di straordinario. Mi ci perdo. Mi lascio trasportare, me ne innamoro e poi mi accorgo di avrer letto pagine su pagine in un soffio.
"Durante gli esercizi spirituali che precedettero la mia prima comunione, il predicatore, per metterci in guardia contro le tentazioni della curiosit脿, ci raccont貌 una storia che esasper貌 la mia.
Una bambina eccezionalmente intelligente e precoce, ma allevata da genitori poco vigili, un giorno era andata a confidarsi con lui: aveva fatto cos矛 cattive letture che aveva perduto la fede e perso la vita in orrore; egli aveva cercato di riaccenderle la speranza, ma la bambina era contaminata in modo troppo grave: poco tempo dopo egli apprese che si era suicidata.
Il mio primo moto fu uno slancio d'invidiosa ammirazione per quella bambina, pi霉 grande di me solo di un anno, e che la sapeva tanto pi霉 lunga di me. Poi caddi nella perplessit脿. La mia fede era la mia assicurazione contro l'inferno; lo tomevo troppo per poter mai commettere un peccato mortale; ma se uno cessava di credere, tutti gli abissi si spalancavano; era possibile che potesse accadere una sciagura cos矛 spaventosa senza che uno se la fosse meritata?
La piccola suicida non aveva nemmeno peccato per disobbedienza; s'era soltanto esposta senza precauzione a forze oscure che avevano devastata la sua anima; perch茅 Dio non l'aveva soccorsa? E come potevano, delle parole accozzate insieme dagli uomini, distruggere le prove soprannaturali?
La cosa che meno riuscivo a capire era che la conoscenza potesse condurre alla disperazione."
"Il carnefice non era che un insignificante mediatore tra il martire e le sue palme."
"Una notte intimai a Dio, se esisteva, di dichiararsi. Rest貌 muto, e mai pi霉 gli rivolsi la parola. In fondo, ero molto contenta che non esistesse. Avrei trovato odioso che la partita che stava svolgendosi quaggi霉 avesse gi脿 la sua conclusione nell'eternit脿."
May 1, 2021
M茅moires d'une Jeune Fille Rang茅e = Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter (1958), Simone de Beauvoir
A superb autobiography by one of the great literary figures of the twentieth century, Simone de Beauvoir's Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter offers an intimate picture of growing up in a bourgeois French family, rebelling as an adolescent against the conventional expectations of her class, and striking out on her own with an intellectual and existential ambition exceedingly rare in a young woman in the 1920's.
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毓賳賵丕賳: 禺丕胤乇丕鬲 (趩賴丕乇 噩賱丿蹖) 噩賱丿 丕賵賱 禺丕胤乇丕鬲 丿禺鬲乇蹖 丌乇丕爻鬲賴貨 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 爻蹖賲賵賳 丿賵亘賵丕乇貨 賲鬲乇噩賲 賯丕爻賲 氐賳毓賵蹖貨 鬲賴乇丕賳貙 鬲賵爻貙 1361貨 趩丕倬 丿賵賲 1380貨 卮丕亘讴 噩賱丿 蹖讴 9643155285貨 趩丕倬 爻賵賲 1395貨 賲賵囟賵毓 丿丕爻鬲丕賳賴丕蹖 賳賵蹖爻賳丿诏丕賳 賮乇丕賳爻賵蹖 - 爻丿賴 20賲
噩賱丿 丿賵賲: 爻賳 讴賲丕賱貨 噩賱丿 爻賵賲 丕噩亘丕乇貨 噩賱丿 趩賴丕乇 丨爻丕亘乇爻蹖貙 1363貨
噩賱丿 蹖讴賲: 丿乇 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿 芦爻蹖賲賵賳 丿賵亘賵丕乇禄 賲丕噩乇丕賴丕蹖 丿賵乇丕賳 讴賵丿讴蹖貙 賵 賳賵噩賵丕賳蹖 禺賵丿 乇丕貙 鬲丕 夭賲丕賳蹖 讴賴 丿丕賳卮噩賵蹖 丿乇禺卮丕賳蹖 丿乇 乇卮鬲賴 賮賱爻賮賴 丿乇 芦爻賵乇亘賳禄 卮丿賴 賳賯賱 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗁嗀�: 爻丕賱鈥屬囏й� 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 丿乇 丌倬丕乇鬲賲丕賳 乇丕丨鬲蹖 丿乇 亘賵賱賵丕乇 芦乇丕爻倬丕蹖禄 賲蹖鈥屭柏必� 賵賱蹖 丕丿亘丕乇蹖 讴賴 丿乇 爻丕賱鈥屬囏й� 噩賳诏 噩賴丕賳蹖 丕賵賱 亘賴 禺丕賳賵丕丿賴 乇賵蹖 賲蹖鈥屫①堌必� 倬丿乇 賵 賲丕丿乇 丕賵 乇丕 賳丕诏夭蹖乇 賲蹖鈥屭必з嗀� 讴賴 丕賯丕賲鬲诏丕賴鈥屬囏й� 讴賵趩讴鬲乇 賵 丕乇夭丕賳鈥屫臂� 亘噩賵蹖賳丿貨 芦爻蹖賲賵賳禄 賵 禺賵丕賴乇卮 芦倬賵倬鬲禄 讴賴 亘蹖鈥屫囒屫槽屬� 賴爻鬲賳丿 賳丕诏夭蹖乇 禺賵丕賴賳丿 亘賵丿 亘乇丕蹖 鬲丕賲蹖賳 賲毓丕卮 讴丕乇 讴賳賳丿貨 倬丿乇 亘賵乇跇賵丕 丕夭 亘丕亘鬲 丕蹖賳 丕賲乇 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖卮 丿乇 丨讴賲 丕賳丨胤丕胤蹖 丕爻鬲 亘賴 禺卮賲 丿乇賲蹖鈥屫③屫� 丕賵 亘丿賵賳 乇囟丕蹖鬲 賯賱亘蹖 卮丕賴丿 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 賲賵賮賯蹖鬲鈥屬囏й� 丿禺鬲乇 丿乇 乇丕賴蹖 讴賴 禺賵丿 亘乇丕蹖卮 亘乇诏夭蹖丿賴 賲蹖鈥屬呚з嗀� 鬲囟丕丿 亘蹖鈥屫必呚з嗁団€� 丕蹖 讴賴 賲丕蹖賴 蹖 丕賳丿賵賴 賵 爻倬爻 爻亘亘 胤睾蹖丕賳 芦爻蹖賲賵賳禄 卮丕诏乇丿 爻乇亘乇丕賴 賲丿乇爻賴 芦丿夭蹖乇禄 賵 丿丕賳卮噩賵蹖 丿乇禺卮丕賳 芦爻賵乇亘賳禄 賲蹖鈥屫促堌� 丕賵 乇丕 丕夭 賲丨蹖胤 亘賵乇跇賵丕蹖蹖 禺賵丿 噩丿丕 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀� 丌卮賳丕蹖蹖 亘丕 蹖讴 丿丕賳卮噩賵蹖 噩賵丕賳 賮賱爻賮賴 讴賴 亘毓丿賴丕 亘丕蹖丿 蹖讴蹖 丕夭 亘夭乇诏鬲乇蹖賳 賮賱丕爻賮賴 賵 賳賵蹖爻賳丿诏丕賳 爻丿賴 蹖 亘蹖爻鬲賲 賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 卮賵丿 倬丕蹖丕賳鈥屫ㄘ� 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿 丕爻鬲
噩賱丿 丿賵賲: 丿乇 丿賵賲蹖賳 噩賱丿 禺丕胤乇丕鬲貙 賲丕噩乇丕賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 丿乇 丨丿 賮丕氐賱 爻丕賱賴丕蹖 1929賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 鬲丕 爻丕賱 1944賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 亘乇 丕賵 賵 芦爻丕乇鬲乇禄 诏匕卮鬲賴 乇丕貙 亘蹖丕賳 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗁嗀� 芦爻丕乇鬲乇禄 丿乇 芦賱賵賴丕賵乇禄 賵 芦亘賵丕乇禄 丿乇 芦賲丕乇爻蹖禄貙 亘賴 讴丕乇 賲蹖鈥屬矩必ж操嗀� 亘賴鈥� 乇睾賲 噩丿丕蹖蹖鈥屬囏� 賵 丿賵乇蹖鈥屬囏ж� 丿賵 夭賳丿诏蹖 亘乇丕蹖 賴賲蹖卮賴 亘賴 賴賲 倬蹖賵賳丿 賲蹖鈥屫堌辟嗀� 丿賴 爻丕賱 氐乇賮 賳賵丌賲賵夭蹖 夭賳丿诏蹖 賲蹖鈥屫促堌� 讴卮賮鈥屬囏ж� 丿賵爻鬲蹖鈥屬囏� 賵 爻賮乇賴丕貙 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 讴賵卮卮鈥屬囏й屰� 丕爻鬲貙 讴賴 丿乇 乇丕賴 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 卮丿賳 氐賵乇鬲 賲蹖鈥屭屫必� 鬲賴丿蹖丿 噩賳诏貙 丕爻丕乇鬲 芦爻丕乇鬲乇禄 賵 賮乇丕乇 丕賵貨 丕蹖噩丕丿 噩賳亘卮 賲禺賮蹖 賲賯丕賵賲鬲貙 亘賴 丕亘鬲讴丕乇 芦爻丕乇鬲乇禄貨 趩丕倬 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 丕孬乇 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 賵 丿乇 倬丕蹖丕賳 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿: 鬲噩賱蹖賱 丕夭 丌夭丕丿蹖 芦倬丕乇蹖爻禄貨
噩賱丿 爻賵賲: 丿乇 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘貙 禺丕胤乇丕鬲 爻丕賱鈥屬囏й� 1944賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 鬲丕 爻丕賱 1962賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 (丌夭丕丿蹖 倬丕乇蹖爻 鬲丕 丕爻鬲賯賱丕賱 丕賱噩夭丕蹖乇) 噩丕蹖 诏乇賮鬲賴 丕爻鬲貨 禺賵丕賳卮诏乇 毓賱丕賯賲賳丿 亘賴 诏卮鬲 賵 诏匕丕乇 賵 爻賮乇賳丕賲賴貙 丿乇 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿 禺丕胤乇丕鬲貙 卮乇丨 爻賮乇賴丕蹖 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 亘賴 芦丕蹖丕賱丕鬲 賲鬲丨丿賴 丕賲乇蹖讴丕禄貙 芦趩蹖賳禄 賵 芦卮賵乇賵蹖禄 乇丕 賲蹖鈥屰屫жㄘ� 賵 诏匕卮鬲賴 丕夭 丕蹖賳 丿乇 禺賱丕賱 爻賮乇 芦亘乇夭蹖賱禄貙 讴賴 禺賵丿 丿乇 丨賯蹖賯鬲 讴鬲丕亘蹖 賲爻鬲賯賱 丕爻鬲 禺賵丕賴丿 鬲賵丕賳爻鬲 亘丕 丕蹖賳 禺胤賴 丌卮賳丕蹖蹖 蹖丕亘丿
噩賱丿 趩賴丕乇賲: 丿乇 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 賳馗賲 夭賲丕賳蹖 乇丕 讴賴 丿乇 爻賴 噩賱丿 倬蹖卮蹖賳 乇毓丕蹖鬲 讴乇丿賴貙 丿乇 賴賲 賲蹖鈥屫臂屫操嗀� 鬲丕 亘丕 鬲賵噩賴 亘賴 讴賱蹖賴 噩賴丕鬲 賵 胤亘賯賴鈥� 亘賳丿蹖 賲爻丕卅賱蹖 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖卮丕賳 賲賴賲 亘賵丿賴貙 亘賴 蹖讴 噩賲毓鈥屫ㄙ嗀� 丿爻鬲 亘夭賳賳丿貨 賲鬲乇噩賲 亘乇丕蹖 丌賳讴賴 賳讴鬲賴 丕蹖 丕夭 禺丕胤乇丕鬲 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 趩丕倬 賳卮丿賴 亘丕賯蹖 賳賲丕賳丿 芦讴鬲丕亘 賲乇丕爻賲 賵丿丕毓禄 趩丕倬 爻丕賱 1982賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 乇丕 讴賴 卮乇丨 夭賳丿诏蹖 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 丿乇 丿賴 爻丕賱 丌禺乇 丨蹖丕鬲 芦爻丕乇鬲乇禄 丕爻鬲 丿乇 倬丕蹖丕賳 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿 丌賵乇丿賴 丕賳丿貨 賵 亘丿蹖賳鈥屭堎嗁� 丕蹖賳 丕孬乇 亘夭乇诏賵丕乇 鬲賯乇蹖亘丕 爻賴鈥� 賴夭丕乇 氐賮丨賴鈥� 丕蹖 倬丕蹖丕賳 賲蹖鈥屭屫必�
鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 10/02/1400賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
A superb autobiography by one of the great literary figures of the twentieth century, Simone de Beauvoir's Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter offers an intimate picture of growing up in a bourgeois French family, rebelling as an adolescent against the conventional expectations of her class, and striking out on her own with an intellectual and existential ambition exceedingly rare in a young woman in the 1920's.
鬲丕乇蹖禺 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 禺賵丕賳卮 爻丕賱 1994賲蹖賱丕丿蹖
毓賳賵丕賳: 禺丕胤乇丕鬲 (趩賴丕乇 噩賱丿蹖) 噩賱丿 丕賵賱 禺丕胤乇丕鬲 丿禺鬲乇蹖 丌乇丕爻鬲賴貨 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 爻蹖賲賵賳 丿賵亘賵丕乇貨 賲鬲乇噩賲 賯丕爻賲 氐賳毓賵蹖貨 鬲賴乇丕賳貙 鬲賵爻貙 1361貨 趩丕倬 丿賵賲 1380貨 卮丕亘讴 噩賱丿 蹖讴 9643155285貨 趩丕倬 爻賵賲 1395貨 賲賵囟賵毓 丿丕爻鬲丕賳賴丕蹖 賳賵蹖爻賳丿诏丕賳 賮乇丕賳爻賵蹖 - 爻丿賴 20賲
噩賱丿 丿賵賲: 爻賳 讴賲丕賱貨 噩賱丿 爻賵賲 丕噩亘丕乇貨 噩賱丿 趩賴丕乇 丨爻丕亘乇爻蹖貙 1363貨
噩賱丿 蹖讴賲: 丿乇 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿 芦爻蹖賲賵賳 丿賵亘賵丕乇禄 賲丕噩乇丕賴丕蹖 丿賵乇丕賳 讴賵丿讴蹖貙 賵 賳賵噩賵丕賳蹖 禺賵丿 乇丕貙 鬲丕 夭賲丕賳蹖 讴賴 丿丕賳卮噩賵蹖 丿乇禺卮丕賳蹖 丿乇 乇卮鬲賴 賮賱爻賮賴 丿乇 芦爻賵乇亘賳禄 卮丿賴 賳賯賱 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗁嗀�: 爻丕賱鈥屬囏й� 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 丿乇 丌倬丕乇鬲賲丕賳 乇丕丨鬲蹖 丿乇 亘賵賱賵丕乇 芦乇丕爻倬丕蹖禄 賲蹖鈥屭柏必� 賵賱蹖 丕丿亘丕乇蹖 讴賴 丿乇 爻丕賱鈥屬囏й� 噩賳诏 噩賴丕賳蹖 丕賵賱 亘賴 禺丕賳賵丕丿賴 乇賵蹖 賲蹖鈥屫①堌必� 倬丿乇 賵 賲丕丿乇 丕賵 乇丕 賳丕诏夭蹖乇 賲蹖鈥屭必з嗀� 讴賴 丕賯丕賲鬲诏丕賴鈥屬囏й� 讴賵趩讴鬲乇 賵 丕乇夭丕賳鈥屫臂� 亘噩賵蹖賳丿貨 芦爻蹖賲賵賳禄 賵 禺賵丕賴乇卮 芦倬賵倬鬲禄 讴賴 亘蹖鈥屫囒屫槽屬� 賴爻鬲賳丿 賳丕诏夭蹖乇 禺賵丕賴賳丿 亘賵丿 亘乇丕蹖 鬲丕賲蹖賳 賲毓丕卮 讴丕乇 讴賳賳丿貨 倬丿乇 亘賵乇跇賵丕 丕夭 亘丕亘鬲 丕蹖賳 丕賲乇 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖卮 丿乇 丨讴賲 丕賳丨胤丕胤蹖 丕爻鬲 亘賴 禺卮賲 丿乇賲蹖鈥屫③屫� 丕賵 亘丿賵賳 乇囟丕蹖鬲 賯賱亘蹖 卮丕賴丿 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 賲賵賮賯蹖鬲鈥屬囏й� 丿禺鬲乇 丿乇 乇丕賴蹖 讴賴 禺賵丿 亘乇丕蹖卮 亘乇诏夭蹖丿賴 賲蹖鈥屬呚з嗀� 鬲囟丕丿 亘蹖鈥屫必呚з嗁団€� 丕蹖 讴賴 賲丕蹖賴 蹖 丕賳丿賵賴 賵 爻倬爻 爻亘亘 胤睾蹖丕賳 芦爻蹖賲賵賳禄 卮丕诏乇丿 爻乇亘乇丕賴 賲丿乇爻賴 芦丿夭蹖乇禄 賵 丿丕賳卮噩賵蹖 丿乇禺卮丕賳 芦爻賵乇亘賳禄 賲蹖鈥屫促堌� 丕賵 乇丕 丕夭 賲丨蹖胤 亘賵乇跇賵丕蹖蹖 禺賵丿 噩丿丕 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀� 丌卮賳丕蹖蹖 亘丕 蹖讴 丿丕賳卮噩賵蹖 噩賵丕賳 賮賱爻賮賴 讴賴 亘毓丿賴丕 亘丕蹖丿 蹖讴蹖 丕夭 亘夭乇诏鬲乇蹖賳 賮賱丕爻賮賴 賵 賳賵蹖爻賳丿诏丕賳 爻丿賴 蹖 亘蹖爻鬲賲 賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 卮賵丿 倬丕蹖丕賳鈥屫ㄘ� 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿 丕爻鬲
噩賱丿 丿賵賲: 丿乇 丿賵賲蹖賳 噩賱丿 禺丕胤乇丕鬲貙 賲丕噩乇丕賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 丿乇 丨丿 賮丕氐賱 爻丕賱賴丕蹖 1929賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 鬲丕 爻丕賱 1944賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 亘乇 丕賵 賵 芦爻丕乇鬲乇禄 诏匕卮鬲賴 乇丕貙 亘蹖丕賳 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗁嗀� 芦爻丕乇鬲乇禄 丿乇 芦賱賵賴丕賵乇禄 賵 芦亘賵丕乇禄 丿乇 芦賲丕乇爻蹖禄貙 亘賴 讴丕乇 賲蹖鈥屬矩必ж操嗀� 亘賴鈥� 乇睾賲 噩丿丕蹖蹖鈥屬囏� 賵 丿賵乇蹖鈥屬囏ж� 丿賵 夭賳丿诏蹖 亘乇丕蹖 賴賲蹖卮賴 亘賴 賴賲 倬蹖賵賳丿 賲蹖鈥屫堌辟嗀� 丿賴 爻丕賱 氐乇賮 賳賵丌賲賵夭蹖 夭賳丿诏蹖 賲蹖鈥屫促堌� 讴卮賮鈥屬囏ж� 丿賵爻鬲蹖鈥屬囏� 賵 爻賮乇賴丕貙 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 讴賵卮卮鈥屬囏й屰� 丕爻鬲貙 讴賴 丿乇 乇丕賴 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 卮丿賳 氐賵乇鬲 賲蹖鈥屭屫必� 鬲賴丿蹖丿 噩賳诏貙 丕爻丕乇鬲 芦爻丕乇鬲乇禄 賵 賮乇丕乇 丕賵貨 丕蹖噩丕丿 噩賳亘卮 賲禺賮蹖 賲賯丕賵賲鬲貙 亘賴 丕亘鬲讴丕乇 芦爻丕乇鬲乇禄貨 趩丕倬 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 丕孬乇 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 賵 丿乇 倬丕蹖丕賳 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿: 鬲噩賱蹖賱 丕夭 丌夭丕丿蹖 芦倬丕乇蹖爻禄貨
噩賱丿 爻賵賲: 丿乇 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘貙 禺丕胤乇丕鬲 爻丕賱鈥屬囏й� 1944賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 鬲丕 爻丕賱 1962賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 (丌夭丕丿蹖 倬丕乇蹖爻 鬲丕 丕爻鬲賯賱丕賱 丕賱噩夭丕蹖乇) 噩丕蹖 诏乇賮鬲賴 丕爻鬲貨 禺賵丕賳卮诏乇 毓賱丕賯賲賳丿 亘賴 诏卮鬲 賵 诏匕丕乇 賵 爻賮乇賳丕賲賴貙 丿乇 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿 禺丕胤乇丕鬲貙 卮乇丨 爻賮乇賴丕蹖 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 亘賴 芦丕蹖丕賱丕鬲 賲鬲丨丿賴 丕賲乇蹖讴丕禄貙 芦趩蹖賳禄 賵 芦卮賵乇賵蹖禄 乇丕 賲蹖鈥屰屫жㄘ� 賵 诏匕卮鬲賴 丕夭 丕蹖賳 丿乇 禺賱丕賱 爻賮乇 芦亘乇夭蹖賱禄貙 讴賴 禺賵丿 丿乇 丨賯蹖賯鬲 讴鬲丕亘蹖 賲爻鬲賯賱 丕爻鬲 禺賵丕賴丿 鬲賵丕賳爻鬲 亘丕 丕蹖賳 禺胤賴 丌卮賳丕蹖蹖 蹖丕亘丿
噩賱丿 趩賴丕乇賲: 丿乇 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 賳馗賲 夭賲丕賳蹖 乇丕 讴賴 丿乇 爻賴 噩賱丿 倬蹖卮蹖賳 乇毓丕蹖鬲 讴乇丿賴貙 丿乇 賴賲 賲蹖鈥屫臂屫操嗀� 鬲丕 亘丕 鬲賵噩賴 亘賴 讴賱蹖賴 噩賴丕鬲 賵 胤亘賯賴鈥� 亘賳丿蹖 賲爻丕卅賱蹖 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖卮丕賳 賲賴賲 亘賵丿賴貙 亘賴 蹖讴 噩賲毓鈥屫ㄙ嗀� 丿爻鬲 亘夭賳賳丿貨 賲鬲乇噩賲 亘乇丕蹖 丌賳讴賴 賳讴鬲賴 丕蹖 丕夭 禺丕胤乇丕鬲 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 趩丕倬 賳卮丿賴 亘丕賯蹖 賳賲丕賳丿 芦讴鬲丕亘 賲乇丕爻賲 賵丿丕毓禄 趩丕倬 爻丕賱 1982賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 乇丕 讴賴 卮乇丨 夭賳丿诏蹖 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 丿乇 丿賴 爻丕賱 丌禺乇 丨蹖丕鬲 芦爻丕乇鬲乇禄 丕爻鬲 丿乇 倬丕蹖丕賳 丕蹖賳 噩賱丿 丌賵乇丿賴 丕賳丿貨 賵 亘丿蹖賳鈥屭堎嗁� 丕蹖賳 丕孬乇 亘夭乇诏賵丕乇 鬲賯乇蹖亘丕 爻賴鈥� 賴夭丕乇 氐賮丨賴鈥� 丕蹖 倬丕蹖丕賳 賲蹖鈥屭屫必�
鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 10/02/1400賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
August 19, 2016
丕賰鬲卮賮鬲 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 賴匕賴 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲 兀賴賲賷丞 丕賱賵毓賷 賱賷賰賵賳 丕賱廿賳爻丕賳 賲賮賰乇賸丕貙 賮賷賱爻賵賮賸丕 兀賵 丨鬲賶 賰丕鬲亘賸丕 賲乇賴賮 丕賱丨爻貙 賷賮賴賲 丕賱鬲賰賵賷賳 丕賱亘卮乇賷 丕賱賮乇丿賷 兀賵 丕賱毓丕賲貙 亘卮賮丕賮賷丞 賵亘氐丿賯.
"賲匕賰乇丕鬲 賮鬲丕丞 乇氐賷賳丞 兀賵賲賱鬲夭賲丞" 賰鬲丕亘 鬲胤乇賯鬲 賲賳 禺賱丕賱賴 爻賷賲賵賳 丿賵亘賵賮賵丕乇 賱賲乇丨賱丞 兀爻爻鬲 賱丨賷丕鬲賴丕 丕賱賲爻鬲賯亘賱賷丞. 廿賳賴丕 丕賱胤賮賵賱丞 丕賱賲鬲亘賵毓丞 亘賲乇丕賴賯丞 賲賱賷卅丞 亘丕賱鬲爻丕丐賱丕鬲 賵氐賵賱丕賸 賱賲乇丨賱丞 丕賱鬲丨氐賷賱 丕賱毓賱賲賷 丕賱鬲賷 丕賳鬲賴鬲 亘賳囟噩 賵丕毓賷 賵禺丕氐 賱賱丨賷丕丞.
兀孬賳丕亍 賯乇丕亍鬲賷 賱賴匕賴 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲 貙 卮毓乇鬲 賰丕賳賳賷 兀賲丕賲 卮乇賷胤 爻賷賳賲丕卅賷 賯丿賷賲 賷賲乇 毓賱賶 兀爻胤賵丕賳丞 丨丿賷丿賷丞 兀爻賲毓 胤賯胤賯丕鬲賴丕 賵賵卮賵卮丞 丕賱氐賵乇丞 賲賳 賵賯鬲 賱丌禺乇. 賵丕賳鬲丕亘賳賷 卮毓賵乇 兀賳賾 爻賷賲賵賳 賴賰匕丕 賰丕賳鬲 鬲卮丕賴丿 丨賷丕鬲賴丕 丨賷賳 賰丕賳鬲 鬲爻乇丿賴丕. 亘丿丕賷丞賸 鬲賵賯毓鬲 兀賳賾 丕賱兀丨丿丕孬 爻鬲兀禺匕賳賷 賳丨賵 毓賱丕賯鬲賴丕 亘爻丕乇鬲乇貙 賱兀賰鬲卮賮 兀賳賾 噩丕賰貙 丕亘賳 毓賲賴丕貙 賴賵 賲賳 兀爻乇 賯賱亘賴丕 賵賱爻賳賵丕鬲 胤賵賷賱丞 賵乇睾賲 賰賱 賲丕 丨丿孬 亘賷賳賴賲丕 廿賱丕賾 兀賳賴 賲丕夭丕賱 賷兀禺匕 丨賷賾夭賸丕 賲賳 賲卮丕毓乇賴丕.
爻賷賲賵賳 丕毓鬲乇賮鬲 賵亘卮賰賱 賵丕囟丨 賵氐乇賷丨 兀賳賾賴丕 賮賯丿鬲 廿賷賲丕賳賴丕貙 兀賵 丨爻賾賴丕 丕賱廿賷賲丕賳賷 亘賲乇丨賱丞 賲亘賰乇丞 賲賳 丨賷丕鬲賴丕貙 賵丕賱賱丕賮鬲 兀賳賾賴丕 賱賲 鬲鬲毓丕賲賱 賲毓 賲毓鬲賯丿賴丕 丕賱賱丕廿賷賲丕賳賷 亘兀爻賱賵亘 賲爻鬲賮夭貙 賰賲丕 賷賮毓賱 賲毓馗賲 丕賱賲孬賯賮賵賳 丕賱賲賱丨丿賵賳. 賮賴丐賱丕亍 賷乇噩賲賵賳 賰賱 賲賳 賷鬲毓丕乇囟 賲毓 賮賰乇賴賲 賵賷囟毓賵賳賴 亘賯丕賱亘 賲賳 丕賱噩賴賱 賵丕賱鬲禺賱賮. 亘賷賳賲丕 乇丿賾 賮毓賱 爻賷賲賵賳 鬲噩丕賴 賲賳 丨賵賱賴丕 賲賳 丕賱賲丐賲賳賷賳 賰丕賳 丕丨鬲乇丕賲 丕禺鬲賷丕乇賴賲 賵丨賷丕丿賴丕 鬲噩丕賴 丕賱賲賵囟賵毓 毓賱賶 丕毓鬲亘丕乇 兀賳賾 賰賱 廿賳爻丕賳 丨乇賾 賮賷 丕毓鬲賯丕丿賴 爻賵丕亍 丌賲賳 兀賵 賱賲 賷丐賲賳. 賱賲 賷賰賳 廿賱丨丕丿賴丕 睾丕囟亘丕 兀賵 賲爻鬲賮夭賸丕 兀賵 丨鬲賶 兀爻賱賵亘賸丕 賱鬲亘丿賷 賲賳 禺賱丕賱賴 丕禺鬲賱丕賮賴丕 毓賳 丕賱丌禺乇賷賳. 賰丕賳 賲噩乇丿 賯賳丕毓丞 賵氐賱鬲 廿賱賷賴丕 兀賵 賲丕夭丕賱鬲 賮賷 廿胤丕乇 丕賱爻毓賷 賱賱賵氐賵賱 廿賱賷賴丕. 廿賳賴丕 賲乇丨賱丞 丕賱卮賰.
賰丕賳鬲 鬲乇賶 丕賱兀賲賵乇 亘賵囟賵丨 賵鬲鬲丨丿孬 毓賳賴丕 亘氐乇丕丨丞 卮賮丕賮丞 賳囟乇丞 賱丕鬲丿毓 賱賳丕 兀賷賾 賲噩丕賱 賱鬲賰匕賷亘賴丕 兀賵 丕賱賳賮賵乇 賲賳賴丕.
賱賯丿 鬲賵賯毓鬲 賱賲丕 兀毓乇賮賴 賲賳 爻賷乇鬲賴丕 丕賱匕丕鬲賷丞 兀賳 兀乇丕賴丕 賲毓鬲乇囟丞 亘卮賰賱 賯丕胤毓 賵丨丕丿 賱賮賰乇丞 丕賱夭賵丕噩貙 賱兀噩丿賴丕 賮賷 賳賵丕丨 賲毓賷賳丞 賲爻鬲毓丿丞 賱賱鬲賳丕夭賱 毓賳 噩夭亍 賲賳 賯賳丕毓丕鬲賴丕 賵胤賲賵丨丕鬲賴丕 賮賷 爻亘賷賱 丕賱亘賯丕亍 賲毓 噩丕賰. 賰丕賳鬲 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 賴賵賷鬲賴丕 丕賱兀賳孬賵賷丞 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丕賱丨亘貙 賵賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丕賱卮毓賵乇 亘兀賳賴丕 噩賲賷賱丞 賵賲乇睾賵亘丞. 丨丕賵賱鬲 噩丕賴丿丞 兀賳 鬲賳爻賯 亘賷賳 毓賲賯賴丕 丕賱賮賰乇賷 賵卮賰賱賴丕 丕賱禺丕乇噩賷. 賮乇兀賷賳丕 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱賵氐賮 賱賱兀賱亘爻丞 賵丕賱兀賯賲卮丞 賵丕賱賲馗丕賴乇 丕賱禺丕乇噩賷丞 賱丕爻賷賲丕 賮賷賲丕 賷鬲毓賱賯 亘氐丿賷賯丕鬲賴丕 兀賵夭賲賷賱丕鬲賴丕.
賵毓賱賶 丕賱乇睾賲 賲賳 兀賮賰丕乇賴丕 丕賱鬲賷 賷毓鬲亘乇賴丕 丕賱亘毓囟 噩丕賲丨丞 賵丨丕丿丞 廿賱丕賾 兀賳賳賷 丕賰鬲卮賮鬲 廿賳爻丕賳丞 丨爻丕爻丞 鬲賵賱賷 兀賴賲賷丞 賰亘賷乇丞 賱賲賳 丕亘鬲爻賲 賱賴丕 賵丕賴鬲賲 亘賵噩賵丿賴丕貙 乇亘賲丕 賱鬲孬亘鬲 兀賳賴丕 賲賯亘賵賱丞 丕噩鬲賲丕毓賷賸丕貙 丕賱兀賲乇 丕賱匕賷 賰丕賳 賷亘毓孬 乇丕丨丞 賳賮爻賷丞 賰亘賷乇丞 賮賷 丿丕禺賱賴丕.
賱賲 鬲賰賳 廿賳爻丕賳丞 賲囟胤乇亘丞 貙 丨丕賯丿丞 兀賵 丨丕爻丿丞貙 乇睾賲 賳賮賵乇 賵丕賱丿賷賴丕 賲賳賴丕 賱賮鬲乇丞 賲賳 丕賱夭賲賳 賵賰匕賱賰 賵丕賱丿丞 兀毓夭 氐丿賷賯丕鬲賴丕 "夭丕夭丕" 丕賱卮賴賷乇丞 賲丕乇賷亘賱. 賰丕賳鬲 賲鬲氐丕賱丨丞 賲毓 賳賮爻賴丕 賵賲毓 丕賱丌禺乇賷賳貙 賵丕賱兀賲乇 賷毓賵丿 賱賳囟噩賴丕 丕賱賮賰乇賷 賵丕賱毓賯賱賷 丕賱匕賷 賱丕 賷鬲兀孬乇 亘丕賱賲馗丕賴乇 賵廿賳賲丕 賷乇丕賯亘 丕賱毓賲賯貙 毓賲賯 丕賱兀卮賷丕亍 賵丕賱兀卮禺丕氐.
爻賷賲賵賳 丿賵 亘賵賮賵丕乇 賰鬲亘鬲 賮賷 賴匕賴 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲 丨賯亘丞 鬲兀爻賷爻賷丞 賲賳 丨賷丕鬲賴丕貙 氐丿丕賯丕鬲賴丕 丕賱兀賵賱賶貙 賲卮丕毓乇賴丕 丕賱兀賵賱賶 賵賳囟丕乇鬲賴丕 丕賱兀賵賱賶. 賴匕賴 丕賱賮鬲乇丞 丕賱鬲賷 乇亘胤鬲賴丕 亘賵噩賵丿 夭丕夭丕 賵兀賳賴鬲賴丕 亘乇丨賷賱賴丕 丨鬲賶 賰丕賳鬲 噩賲賱鬲賴丕 丕賱兀禺賷乇丞 賲賱賮鬲丞 賮賷 賴匕丕 丕賱禺氐賵氐 丨賷孬 賯丕賱鬲:"賵賱賯丿 賮賰乇鬲 胤賵賷賱丕賸 亘兀賳賷 丕卮鬲乇賷鬲 亘賲賵鬲賴丕 丨乇賷鬲賷".
賵賰兀賳賾 夭丕夭丕 賴賷 丕賱卮禺氐賷丞 丕賱乇丿賷賮丞 賱賵噩賵丿賴丕. 丕賱卮禺氐賷丞 丕賱廿賷賲丕賳賷丞 丕賱乇丕囟禺丞 丕賱賲鬲賯亘賱丞 賱賱賯賵丕毓丿 賵丕賱賯賵丕賳賷賳 丿賵賳 丕賱乇睾亘丞 亘丕賱丕賳賯囟丕囟 毓賱賷賴丕 賵賲禺丕賱賮鬲賴丕. 賵賰兀賳賴丕 亘丿丕禺賱賴丕 賰丕賳鬲 鬲鬲禺亘胤 亘賷賳 丕賱廿賷賲丕賳 賵丕賱賱丕廿賷賲丕賳(賱丕 兀乇賷丿 兀賳 兀賯賵賱 毓賳賴 廿賱丨丕丿 賱兀賳賳賷 賱賲 兀噩丿 兀賷 丿賱賷賱 毓賱賶 廿賱丨丕丿賴丕 賮賷 賰賱 賲丕賯乇兀鬲賴 賮賷 賴匕賴 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲) 賰賱 賲丕 亘丿丕 賴賵 乇賮囟貙 乇賮囟 賱賯賵丕賳賷賳 氐丕乇賲丞 鬲賲賳毓 丕賱丕賳爻丕賳 賲賳 丕賱丨亘 賵賲賳 丨乇賷丞 丕賱丕禺鬲賷丕乇.
丨鬲賶 兀賳賴丕 丨賷賳 乇賵鬲 丨賷孬賷丕鬲 賵賮丕丞 夭丕夭丕 兀賵丨鬲 賱賱賯丕乇賶亍 賵賰兀賳賴丕 賲丕鬲鬲 亘爻亘亘 丕賱丨亘貙 賱鬲禺亘乇賳丕賱丕丨賯賸丕 亘氐丿賯賴丕 丕賱毓賮賵賷 兀賳賾 爻亘亘 賵賮丕丞 夭丕夭丕 賰丕賳 丿丕亍 丕賱爻丨丕賷丕.
禺乇噩鬲 亘丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱丕賳胤亘丕毓丕鬲 賱丿賶 賯乇丕亍鬲賷 賱鬲賱賰 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲貙 丕賰鬲卮賮鬲 禺锘毁勝囏� 兀賳 丕賱賵毓賷 賷鬲丨賰賲 亘丕賱爻乇丿 丕锘坟ㄙ� 賵賱賵 兀賳賳丕 賳丿乇賰 禺賱賮賴 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱賲卮丕毓乇 丕賱賲賰亘賵鬲丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲鬲賷丨 賱賱賯丕乇卅 丕賱鬲胤賱毓 廿賱賷賴丕 亘賵囟賵丨. 賵氐賱鬲 亘丕賱賳賴丕賷丞 賱禺賱丕氐丞 賲賮丕丿賴丕 兀賳 丕賱賰丕鬲亘 丕賱丨賯賷賯賷 賵丕賱賮賷賱爻賵賮 丕賱丨賯賷賯賷 賵丕賱賲賮賰乇 丕賱丨賯賷賯賷 賴賵 丕賱匕賷 賷丨鬲乇賲 賮賰乇 賵賮賱爻賮丞 賵賲毓鬲賯丿 丕锘地� 丿賵賳 丕锘关池ж∝� 賵丕賱鬲亘禺賷爻 亘賴 賵丿賵賳 賲丨丕賵賱丞 賮乇囟 丌乇丕亍賴 毓賱賶 丕锘地辟娰�. 爻賷賲賵賳 丿賵亘賵賮賵丕乇 賱賲 鬲賰賳 賲賯鬲賳毓丞 亘兀賳賴丕 賵氐賱鬲 賱賱賲胤賱賯 賮賴賷 賲丕夭丕賱鬲 賮賷 亘丨孬 丿丕卅亘 毓賳 丕賱丨賯賷賯丞. "賲匕賰乇丕鬲 賮鬲丕丞 賲賱鬲夭賲丞 " 賱賷爻鬲 爻賵賶 丕賱亘丿丕賷丞 賱乇丨賱丞 匕賰乇賷丕鬲 爻鬲賲鬲丿 毓賱賶 禺賲爻 賲噩賱丿丕鬲貙 賲賳賴丕 "賯賵丞 丕賱毓賲乇" 賵賯賵丞 丕賱兀卮賷丕亍". 鬲賲賰賳鬲 爻賷賲賵賳 賲賳 廿孬亘丕鬲 噩丿丕乇鬲賴丕 丕賱賰鬲丕亘賷丞 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 鬲賱賰 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲貙 賵丕爻鬲胤丕毓鬲 兀賳 鬲丨賯賯 亘賰鬲丕亘鬲賴丕 賲丕 賱賲 鬲爻鬲胤毓 鬲丨賯賷賯賴 賮賷 丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲.
丨賵賱 賴匕丕 丕賱毓賲賱 丕賱賮賰乇賷 賵丕賱兀丿亘賷貙 賱丕賷爻毓賳賷 丕賱賯賵賱 廿賱丕賾 兀賳賳賷 丕爻鬲賲鬲毓鬲 亘賯乇丕亍鬲賷 賵鬲賲賳賷鬲 兀賳 賱丕 鬲賳鬲賴賷 丕賱氐賮丨丕鬲 锘焚冐促� 丕賱賲夭賷丿 賲賳 丕锘关必з� 丕賱賵丕毓賷 賱丿賶 丕賱賰丕鬲亘丞 賵丕賱賲夭賷丿 賲賳 丕賱乇賯賷 丕賱亘賵丨賷.
賲賳丨鬲賴丕 禺賲爻 賳噩賲丕鬲 亘賯賳丕毓丞 賰丕賲賱丞 賱丕鬲卮賵亘賴丕 卮丕卅亘丞.
"賲匕賰乇丕鬲 賮鬲丕丞 乇氐賷賳丞 兀賵賲賱鬲夭賲丞" 賰鬲丕亘 鬲胤乇賯鬲 賲賳 禺賱丕賱賴 爻賷賲賵賳 丿賵亘賵賮賵丕乇 賱賲乇丨賱丞 兀爻爻鬲 賱丨賷丕鬲賴丕 丕賱賲爻鬲賯亘賱賷丞. 廿賳賴丕 丕賱胤賮賵賱丞 丕賱賲鬲亘賵毓丞 亘賲乇丕賴賯丞 賲賱賷卅丞 亘丕賱鬲爻丕丐賱丕鬲 賵氐賵賱丕賸 賱賲乇丨賱丞 丕賱鬲丨氐賷賱 丕賱毓賱賲賷 丕賱鬲賷 丕賳鬲賴鬲 亘賳囟噩 賵丕毓賷 賵禺丕氐 賱賱丨賷丕丞.
兀孬賳丕亍 賯乇丕亍鬲賷 賱賴匕賴 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲 貙 卮毓乇鬲 賰丕賳賳賷 兀賲丕賲 卮乇賷胤 爻賷賳賲丕卅賷 賯丿賷賲 賷賲乇 毓賱賶 兀爻胤賵丕賳丞 丨丿賷丿賷丞 兀爻賲毓 胤賯胤賯丕鬲賴丕 賵賵卮賵卮丞 丕賱氐賵乇丞 賲賳 賵賯鬲 賱丌禺乇. 賵丕賳鬲丕亘賳賷 卮毓賵乇 兀賳賾 爻賷賲賵賳 賴賰匕丕 賰丕賳鬲 鬲卮丕賴丿 丨賷丕鬲賴丕 丨賷賳 賰丕賳鬲 鬲爻乇丿賴丕. 亘丿丕賷丞賸 鬲賵賯毓鬲 兀賳賾 丕賱兀丨丿丕孬 爻鬲兀禺匕賳賷 賳丨賵 毓賱丕賯鬲賴丕 亘爻丕乇鬲乇貙 賱兀賰鬲卮賮 兀賳賾 噩丕賰貙 丕亘賳 毓賲賴丕貙 賴賵 賲賳 兀爻乇 賯賱亘賴丕 賵賱爻賳賵丕鬲 胤賵賷賱丞 賵乇睾賲 賰賱 賲丕 丨丿孬 亘賷賳賴賲丕 廿賱丕賾 兀賳賴 賲丕夭丕賱 賷兀禺匕 丨賷賾夭賸丕 賲賳 賲卮丕毓乇賴丕.
爻賷賲賵賳 丕毓鬲乇賮鬲 賵亘卮賰賱 賵丕囟丨 賵氐乇賷丨 兀賳賾賴丕 賮賯丿鬲 廿賷賲丕賳賴丕貙 兀賵 丨爻賾賴丕 丕賱廿賷賲丕賳賷 亘賲乇丨賱丞 賲亘賰乇丞 賲賳 丨賷丕鬲賴丕貙 賵丕賱賱丕賮鬲 兀賳賾賴丕 賱賲 鬲鬲毓丕賲賱 賲毓 賲毓鬲賯丿賴丕 丕賱賱丕廿賷賲丕賳賷 亘兀爻賱賵亘 賲爻鬲賮夭貙 賰賲丕 賷賮毓賱 賲毓馗賲 丕賱賲孬賯賮賵賳 丕賱賲賱丨丿賵賳. 賮賴丐賱丕亍 賷乇噩賲賵賳 賰賱 賲賳 賷鬲毓丕乇囟 賲毓 賮賰乇賴賲 賵賷囟毓賵賳賴 亘賯丕賱亘 賲賳 丕賱噩賴賱 賵丕賱鬲禺賱賮. 亘賷賳賲丕 乇丿賾 賮毓賱 爻賷賲賵賳 鬲噩丕賴 賲賳 丨賵賱賴丕 賲賳 丕賱賲丐賲賳賷賳 賰丕賳 丕丨鬲乇丕賲 丕禺鬲賷丕乇賴賲 賵丨賷丕丿賴丕 鬲噩丕賴 丕賱賲賵囟賵毓 毓賱賶 丕毓鬲亘丕乇 兀賳賾 賰賱 廿賳爻丕賳 丨乇賾 賮賷 丕毓鬲賯丕丿賴 爻賵丕亍 丌賲賳 兀賵 賱賲 賷丐賲賳. 賱賲 賷賰賳 廿賱丨丕丿賴丕 睾丕囟亘丕 兀賵 賲爻鬲賮夭賸丕 兀賵 丨鬲賶 兀爻賱賵亘賸丕 賱鬲亘丿賷 賲賳 禺賱丕賱賴 丕禺鬲賱丕賮賴丕 毓賳 丕賱丌禺乇賷賳. 賰丕賳 賲噩乇丿 賯賳丕毓丞 賵氐賱鬲 廿賱賷賴丕 兀賵 賲丕夭丕賱鬲 賮賷 廿胤丕乇 丕賱爻毓賷 賱賱賵氐賵賱 廿賱賷賴丕. 廿賳賴丕 賲乇丨賱丞 丕賱卮賰.
賰丕賳鬲 鬲乇賶 丕賱兀賲賵乇 亘賵囟賵丨 賵鬲鬲丨丿孬 毓賳賴丕 亘氐乇丕丨丞 卮賮丕賮丞 賳囟乇丞 賱丕鬲丿毓 賱賳丕 兀賷賾 賲噩丕賱 賱鬲賰匕賷亘賴丕 兀賵 丕賱賳賮賵乇 賲賳賴丕.
賱賯丿 鬲賵賯毓鬲 賱賲丕 兀毓乇賮賴 賲賳 爻賷乇鬲賴丕 丕賱匕丕鬲賷丞 兀賳 兀乇丕賴丕 賲毓鬲乇囟丞 亘卮賰賱 賯丕胤毓 賵丨丕丿 賱賮賰乇丞 丕賱夭賵丕噩貙 賱兀噩丿賴丕 賮賷 賳賵丕丨 賲毓賷賳丞 賲爻鬲毓丿丞 賱賱鬲賳丕夭賱 毓賳 噩夭亍 賲賳 賯賳丕毓丕鬲賴丕 賵胤賲賵丨丕鬲賴丕 賮賷 爻亘賷賱 丕賱亘賯丕亍 賲毓 噩丕賰. 賰丕賳鬲 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 賴賵賷鬲賴丕 丕賱兀賳孬賵賷丞 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丕賱丨亘貙 賵賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丕賱卮毓賵乇 亘兀賳賴丕 噩賲賷賱丞 賵賲乇睾賵亘丞. 丨丕賵賱鬲 噩丕賴丿丞 兀賳 鬲賳爻賯 亘賷賳 毓賲賯賴丕 丕賱賮賰乇賷 賵卮賰賱賴丕 丕賱禺丕乇噩賷. 賮乇兀賷賳丕 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱賵氐賮 賱賱兀賱亘爻丞 賵丕賱兀賯賲卮丞 賵丕賱賲馗丕賴乇 丕賱禺丕乇噩賷丞 賱丕爻賷賲丕 賮賷賲丕 賷鬲毓賱賯 亘氐丿賷賯丕鬲賴丕 兀賵夭賲賷賱丕鬲賴丕.
賵毓賱賶 丕賱乇睾賲 賲賳 兀賮賰丕乇賴丕 丕賱鬲賷 賷毓鬲亘乇賴丕 丕賱亘毓囟 噩丕賲丨丞 賵丨丕丿丞 廿賱丕賾 兀賳賳賷 丕賰鬲卮賮鬲 廿賳爻丕賳丞 丨爻丕爻丞 鬲賵賱賷 兀賴賲賷丞 賰亘賷乇丞 賱賲賳 丕亘鬲爻賲 賱賴丕 賵丕賴鬲賲 亘賵噩賵丿賴丕貙 乇亘賲丕 賱鬲孬亘鬲 兀賳賴丕 賲賯亘賵賱丞 丕噩鬲賲丕毓賷賸丕貙 丕賱兀賲乇 丕賱匕賷 賰丕賳 賷亘毓孬 乇丕丨丞 賳賮爻賷丞 賰亘賷乇丞 賮賷 丿丕禺賱賴丕.
賱賲 鬲賰賳 廿賳爻丕賳丞 賲囟胤乇亘丞 貙 丨丕賯丿丞 兀賵 丨丕爻丿丞貙 乇睾賲 賳賮賵乇 賵丕賱丿賷賴丕 賲賳賴丕 賱賮鬲乇丞 賲賳 丕賱夭賲賳 賵賰匕賱賰 賵丕賱丿丞 兀毓夭 氐丿賷賯丕鬲賴丕 "夭丕夭丕" 丕賱卮賴賷乇丞 賲丕乇賷亘賱. 賰丕賳鬲 賲鬲氐丕賱丨丞 賲毓 賳賮爻賴丕 賵賲毓 丕賱丌禺乇賷賳貙 賵丕賱兀賲乇 賷毓賵丿 賱賳囟噩賴丕 丕賱賮賰乇賷 賵丕賱毓賯賱賷 丕賱匕賷 賱丕 賷鬲兀孬乇 亘丕賱賲馗丕賴乇 賵廿賳賲丕 賷乇丕賯亘 丕賱毓賲賯貙 毓賲賯 丕賱兀卮賷丕亍 賵丕賱兀卮禺丕氐.
爻賷賲賵賳 丿賵 亘賵賮賵丕乇 賰鬲亘鬲 賮賷 賴匕賴 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲 丨賯亘丞 鬲兀爻賷爻賷丞 賲賳 丨賷丕鬲賴丕貙 氐丿丕賯丕鬲賴丕 丕賱兀賵賱賶貙 賲卮丕毓乇賴丕 丕賱兀賵賱賶 賵賳囟丕乇鬲賴丕 丕賱兀賵賱賶. 賴匕賴 丕賱賮鬲乇丞 丕賱鬲賷 乇亘胤鬲賴丕 亘賵噩賵丿 夭丕夭丕 賵兀賳賴鬲賴丕 亘乇丨賷賱賴丕 丨鬲賶 賰丕賳鬲 噩賲賱鬲賴丕 丕賱兀禺賷乇丞 賲賱賮鬲丞 賮賷 賴匕丕 丕賱禺氐賵氐 丨賷孬 賯丕賱鬲:"賵賱賯丿 賮賰乇鬲 胤賵賷賱丕賸 亘兀賳賷 丕卮鬲乇賷鬲 亘賲賵鬲賴丕 丨乇賷鬲賷".
賵賰兀賳賾 夭丕夭丕 賴賷 丕賱卮禺氐賷丞 丕賱乇丿賷賮丞 賱賵噩賵丿賴丕. 丕賱卮禺氐賷丞 丕賱廿賷賲丕賳賷丞 丕賱乇丕囟禺丞 丕賱賲鬲賯亘賱丞 賱賱賯賵丕毓丿 賵丕賱賯賵丕賳賷賳 丿賵賳 丕賱乇睾亘丞 亘丕賱丕賳賯囟丕囟 毓賱賷賴丕 賵賲禺丕賱賮鬲賴丕. 賵賰兀賳賴丕 亘丿丕禺賱賴丕 賰丕賳鬲 鬲鬲禺亘胤 亘賷賳 丕賱廿賷賲丕賳 賵丕賱賱丕廿賷賲丕賳(賱丕 兀乇賷丿 兀賳 兀賯賵賱 毓賳賴 廿賱丨丕丿 賱兀賳賳賷 賱賲 兀噩丿 兀賷 丿賱賷賱 毓賱賶 廿賱丨丕丿賴丕 賮賷 賰賱 賲丕賯乇兀鬲賴 賮賷 賴匕賴 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲) 賰賱 賲丕 亘丿丕 賴賵 乇賮囟貙 乇賮囟 賱賯賵丕賳賷賳 氐丕乇賲丞 鬲賲賳毓 丕賱丕賳爻丕賳 賲賳 丕賱丨亘 賵賲賳 丨乇賷丞 丕賱丕禺鬲賷丕乇.
丨鬲賶 兀賳賴丕 丨賷賳 乇賵鬲 丨賷孬賷丕鬲 賵賮丕丞 夭丕夭丕 兀賵丨鬲 賱賱賯丕乇賶亍 賵賰兀賳賴丕 賲丕鬲鬲 亘爻亘亘 丕賱丨亘貙 賱鬲禺亘乇賳丕賱丕丨賯賸丕 亘氐丿賯賴丕 丕賱毓賮賵賷 兀賳賾 爻亘亘 賵賮丕丞 夭丕夭丕 賰丕賳 丿丕亍 丕賱爻丨丕賷丕.
禺乇噩鬲 亘丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱丕賳胤亘丕毓丕鬲 賱丿賶 賯乇丕亍鬲賷 賱鬲賱賰 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲貙 丕賰鬲卮賮鬲 禺锘毁勝囏� 兀賳 丕賱賵毓賷 賷鬲丨賰賲 亘丕賱爻乇丿 丕锘坟ㄙ� 賵賱賵 兀賳賳丕 賳丿乇賰 禺賱賮賴 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱賲卮丕毓乇 丕賱賲賰亘賵鬲丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲鬲賷丨 賱賱賯丕乇卅 丕賱鬲胤賱毓 廿賱賷賴丕 亘賵囟賵丨. 賵氐賱鬲 亘丕賱賳賴丕賷丞 賱禺賱丕氐丞 賲賮丕丿賴丕 兀賳 丕賱賰丕鬲亘 丕賱丨賯賷賯賷 賵丕賱賮賷賱爻賵賮 丕賱丨賯賷賯賷 賵丕賱賲賮賰乇 丕賱丨賯賷賯賷 賴賵 丕賱匕賷 賷丨鬲乇賲 賮賰乇 賵賮賱爻賮丞 賵賲毓鬲賯丿 丕锘地� 丿賵賳 丕锘关池ж∝� 賵丕賱鬲亘禺賷爻 亘賴 賵丿賵賳 賲丨丕賵賱丞 賮乇囟 丌乇丕亍賴 毓賱賶 丕锘地辟娰�. 爻賷賲賵賳 丿賵亘賵賮賵丕乇 賱賲 鬲賰賳 賲賯鬲賳毓丞 亘兀賳賴丕 賵氐賱鬲 賱賱賲胤賱賯 賮賴賷 賲丕夭丕賱鬲 賮賷 亘丨孬 丿丕卅亘 毓賳 丕賱丨賯賷賯丞. "賲匕賰乇丕鬲 賮鬲丕丞 賲賱鬲夭賲丞 " 賱賷爻鬲 爻賵賶 丕賱亘丿丕賷丞 賱乇丨賱丞 匕賰乇賷丕鬲 爻鬲賲鬲丿 毓賱賶 禺賲爻 賲噩賱丿丕鬲貙 賲賳賴丕 "賯賵丞 丕賱毓賲乇" 賵賯賵丞 丕賱兀卮賷丕亍". 鬲賲賰賳鬲 爻賷賲賵賳 賲賳 廿孬亘丕鬲 噩丿丕乇鬲賴丕 丕賱賰鬲丕亘賷丞 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 鬲賱賰 丕賱賲匕賰乇丕鬲貙 賵丕爻鬲胤丕毓鬲 兀賳 鬲丨賯賯 亘賰鬲丕亘鬲賴丕 賲丕 賱賲 鬲爻鬲胤毓 鬲丨賯賷賯賴 賮賷 丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲.
丨賵賱 賴匕丕 丕賱毓賲賱 丕賱賮賰乇賷 賵丕賱兀丿亘賷貙 賱丕賷爻毓賳賷 丕賱賯賵賱 廿賱丕賾 兀賳賳賷 丕爻鬲賲鬲毓鬲 亘賯乇丕亍鬲賷 賵鬲賲賳賷鬲 兀賳 賱丕 鬲賳鬲賴賷 丕賱氐賮丨丕鬲 锘焚冐促� 丕賱賲夭賷丿 賲賳 丕锘关必з� 丕賱賵丕毓賷 賱丿賶 丕賱賰丕鬲亘丞 賵丕賱賲夭賷丿 賲賳 丕賱乇賯賷 丕賱亘賵丨賷.
賲賳丨鬲賴丕 禺賲爻 賳噩賲丕鬲 亘賯賳丕毓丞 賰丕賲賱丞 賱丕鬲卮賵亘賴丕 卮丕卅亘丞.
April 22, 2019
The other day, I was waiting for my husband to meet me for dinner, and I had plenty of time to kill so, I went to read at a nearby coffee shop. I had been sitting there for a few minutes when it hit me that I was drinking espresso whilst reading Simone de Beauvoir (in French!!) and listening to Bob Dylan on my iPod. This moment couldn鈥檛 have been any snootier if I had tried鈥� that is, until I started laughing 鈥� at myself 鈥� out loud, to the other patrons鈥� confusion. I felt I was only missing a beret and a cigarette, and the picture would have been perfect (note to self: carry emergency beret and cigarette in purse, to maximize future poser moments).
But really, reading Beauvoir shouldn鈥檛 be considered a snobby read, especially her memoirs! They are very elegantly written, but show a candor and honesty few people are brave enough to have when looking back at their own lives. They are also a fascinating account of how a relatively ordinary young girl grew up to become one of the 20th century鈥檚 luminaries of philosophy and feminism; so you know, it's really interesting!
The title is a bit tongue-in-cheek, as Beauvoir was certainly not always a picture-perfect daughter: she isn鈥檛 shy to admit she was a brat who threw public tantrums and who was perfectly happy to make herself throw up rather than eat things she did not like. I admit I was surprised to learn how deeply religious she was throughout her childhood and early adult life: considering her intellectual work and the lifestyle she later cultivated, I had not expected her to have contemplated becoming a nun!
Since this book covers mostly her childhood, adolescence and early adulthood, it focuses a lot on her family, her childhood friend Zaza, her love of books, her studies... and her crushes! The very lucid way she remembers the pangs of puberty, the strange and mysterious agonies of trying to understand oneself and others as you grow up were fascinating and moving.
I felt a certain kinship with Beauvoir as I was reading this: her discovery of the complexity of the adult world and refusal to be treated as a child who did not belong to it, her struggle with the loss of faith and her precocious intellectual interests were things I related to deeply. I loved reading her thoughts about the effect "Little Women" had on her, not only because I also love Jo March, but because she thought Jo's relationship with Professor Bhaer to be more desirable than a more romantic alternative, because they have a greater intellectual connection. I simply couldn't agree more.
In fact, the way she saw her relationships with men was amazing: never could she conceive of being with a man who would not consider her an equal and a partner. When she learns that her cousin Jacques, whom she pinned for when she was a teenager, had a working class mistress he pushed aside when came time for him to make a reasonable marriage, she was most mad at him, not for having had a mistress, but for being a clich茅. That lack of originality inspired nothing but disdain in her, she simply could not abide the mediocrity.
Her relationship with Sartre is only just beginning when "Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter" concludes, but she knew he'd always be a part of her life because she felt like she had finally found an intellectual equal, who values her mind and her intelligence. Can I just say: "YAS!!!!".
The amazing story of an absolutely amazing woman. I will be looking for the rest of her autobiography!
But really, reading Beauvoir shouldn鈥檛 be considered a snobby read, especially her memoirs! They are very elegantly written, but show a candor and honesty few people are brave enough to have when looking back at their own lives. They are also a fascinating account of how a relatively ordinary young girl grew up to become one of the 20th century鈥檚 luminaries of philosophy and feminism; so you know, it's really interesting!
The title is a bit tongue-in-cheek, as Beauvoir was certainly not always a picture-perfect daughter: she isn鈥檛 shy to admit she was a brat who threw public tantrums and who was perfectly happy to make herself throw up rather than eat things she did not like. I admit I was surprised to learn how deeply religious she was throughout her childhood and early adult life: considering her intellectual work and the lifestyle she later cultivated, I had not expected her to have contemplated becoming a nun!
Since this book covers mostly her childhood, adolescence and early adulthood, it focuses a lot on her family, her childhood friend Zaza, her love of books, her studies... and her crushes! The very lucid way she remembers the pangs of puberty, the strange and mysterious agonies of trying to understand oneself and others as you grow up were fascinating and moving.
I felt a certain kinship with Beauvoir as I was reading this: her discovery of the complexity of the adult world and refusal to be treated as a child who did not belong to it, her struggle with the loss of faith and her precocious intellectual interests were things I related to deeply. I loved reading her thoughts about the effect "Little Women" had on her, not only because I also love Jo March, but because she thought Jo's relationship with Professor Bhaer to be more desirable than a more romantic alternative, because they have a greater intellectual connection. I simply couldn't agree more.
In fact, the way she saw her relationships with men was amazing: never could she conceive of being with a man who would not consider her an equal and a partner. When she learns that her cousin Jacques, whom she pinned for when she was a teenager, had a working class mistress he pushed aside when came time for him to make a reasonable marriage, she was most mad at him, not for having had a mistress, but for being a clich茅. That lack of originality inspired nothing but disdain in her, she simply could not abide the mediocrity.
Her relationship with Sartre is only just beginning when "Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter" concludes, but she knew he'd always be a part of her life because she felt like she had finally found an intellectual equal, who values her mind and her intelligence. Can I just say: "YAS!!!!".
The amazing story of an absolutely amazing woman. I will be looking for the rest of her autobiography!
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July 31, 2024" I was proud to combine in my person a woman's heart and a man's brain ".
What happens when you learn to see the conflicts between what you are, what you believe, and what is around you, and these become unbearable ?
I think that is the question that is being answered in de Beauvoir book.
For me, beyond the pleasure of reading, ( because SB knows how to describe and make the atmosphere ) - it was an instructional book. Especially because it sets out clearly enough the development of a woman's consciousness in an oppressive bourgeois environment, and the ways in which this woman learns to avoid conflicts and to live under pressures that she did not recognize as such.
One of these ways is " partial blindness " , which I think is a somewhat common phenomenon for women who grow up in close contact with a culture created almost exclusively by men. They learn to identify with the male court, to take its way of thinking, and, if they remember, however, that they are women, to see themselves as " exceptions ". To consider that they have been " blessed " with a " masculine intelligence ".
The impression that you are an " exception " , I think - is due to that " partial blindness ", which you do not realize at all, and to live in peace into a world in which you could not find your place, otherwise. The burgeois society of France at the beginning of the last century, considered sexual relations outside or before marriage - to be perfectly normal, of course, only for men. Simone is not interested in women's right to vote, she reads Plato, Leibniz, Nietzsche, and philosophy makes her believe that she has discovered the truth of the world itself, but her confidence cracks when this claim confronts reality, her so-called " privilege " being based on the most flawed of morals.
The book has many interesting passages to discuss.
It made me smile, for example, a phrase that indicates how the mechanisms of an absurd guilt are constructed, which can make a woman's life an ordeal :
" At the age of 5, it was explained to me that if I was wise and godly, God would save France ".. It also made me laugh the way Simone's mother - a fervent Catholic - caught with a needle the " dangerous " pages of the novels her daughter was allowed to read...And she, even though being alone in her room, did not detached them. Why ?
Even from here, a long discussion could begin..
What happens when you learn to see the conflicts between what you are, what you believe, and what is around you, and these become unbearable ?
I think that is the question that is being answered in de Beauvoir book.
For me, beyond the pleasure of reading, ( because SB knows how to describe and make the atmosphere ) - it was an instructional book. Especially because it sets out clearly enough the development of a woman's consciousness in an oppressive bourgeois environment, and the ways in which this woman learns to avoid conflicts and to live under pressures that she did not recognize as such.
One of these ways is " partial blindness " , which I think is a somewhat common phenomenon for women who grow up in close contact with a culture created almost exclusively by men. They learn to identify with the male court, to take its way of thinking, and, if they remember, however, that they are women, to see themselves as " exceptions ". To consider that they have been " blessed " with a " masculine intelligence ".
The impression that you are an " exception " , I think - is due to that " partial blindness ", which you do not realize at all, and to live in peace into a world in which you could not find your place, otherwise. The burgeois society of France at the beginning of the last century, considered sexual relations outside or before marriage - to be perfectly normal, of course, only for men. Simone is not interested in women's right to vote, she reads Plato, Leibniz, Nietzsche, and philosophy makes her believe that she has discovered the truth of the world itself, but her confidence cracks when this claim confronts reality, her so-called " privilege " being based on the most flawed of morals.
The book has many interesting passages to discuss.
It made me smile, for example, a phrase that indicates how the mechanisms of an absurd guilt are constructed, which can make a woman's life an ordeal :
" At the age of 5, it was explained to me that if I was wise and godly, God would save France ".. It also made me laugh the way Simone's mother - a fervent Catholic - caught with a needle the " dangerous " pages of the novels her daughter was allowed to read...And she, even though being alone in her room, did not detached them. Why ?
Even from here, a long discussion could begin..
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August 2, 2019I was reading Simon Schama's about the French revolution, I had got up to the storming of the Bastille, and I thought I'd step back and take a break by reading de Beauvoir's memoirs of her childhood. Goodness what a shock, Schama paints a picture of France on the eve of revolution in which you might struggle to find a priest who believes in God, where disrespect for the royal family is near universal, the ideas of Rousseau and the classical world as an ideal were on all minds, here de Beauvoir pere, while an atheist, is a royalist , the parents censor de Beauvoir's correspondence until she was almost twenty, her loss of faith is a profound blow to de Beauvoir mere. While one of de Beauvoir's friends comes of a family were all the daughters either marry men or Christ. Naturally in such constricted circumstances cousin marriage is frequent and Simone herself spends a fair chunk of the book fixated upon cousin Jacques who in time becomes fixated upon the bottle (not due to her, his trajectory seems powered by a different dynamic). The dowry is an important instrument for transferring capital between generations and maintaining a bourgeois status.
We are introduced to a society which is engaged in fighting a rear guard action against the French Revolution, this you might find reasonable for a memoir from the early days of the nineteenth century, the twist is that de Beauvoir was born at the beginning of the twentieth. The Rights of Man are along with pesky Bolshevik revolutions (destroying the value of de Beauvoir pere's investment in Russian debt) the threats to a careful, cloying, controlled, catholic culture. Simone herself the lucky beneficiary of the world changing about her.
Memoirs and autobiographies are interesting things - they give the author to shape and transform the raw stuff of their life into a narrative, not that will say anything untrue (hopefully) but there is always selection and emphasis going on, perhaps subconsciously - what we chose to remember and prefer to forget - as much as consciously.
I can't say that I am quite certain what de Beauvoir's narrative is, towards the middle of her book I felt it was the loss of Eden. The family unit of her self, her younger sister, and their parents is for her stable and complete, at the same time we read that she is growing out of that life. Since she is loosing her faith at the same time one feels that Eden is a kind of prison state and for the remainder of the book we see her rattling and fluttering against the cage of values and expectations that she was brought up within. She notices her learnt prudishness when she feels shock when people are pointed out to her who are only romantically interested in the same sex.
I felt also that she was engaging with Freud, perhaps not surprising given his intellectual influence during the period of her adult life. She is careful to point out that she was happy being a girl and saw nothing superior about boys (although physically her upbringing was constrained, no swimming, no gymnastics, to the point that when she begins dancing lessons she feels clumsy and awkward, as she is also flushed with certain physical reactions to dancing in couples she gives up dancing lessons ) and that she wasn't envious of them and indeed as a student rather liked male company in different ways. At the same time there was a psychological awareness, particularly here in her discussion of her father, of how his self regard meant he cold never fully share in de Beauvoir's academic success and likely career as a Lyc茅e teacher, as the necessity of her having to earn a living and get a job with a secured pension was due to his failure to be a real man and provide a fat dowry for his daughter so she could be married off. A certain tension in their relationship developed as she passes exams and collects diplomas.
Although she writes Literature took the place in my life that had once been occupied by religion: it absorbed me entirely, and transfigured my life (p.187) and while books play a certain part in her narrative she points out that it is far more the record of moods and prolonged feelings, partly perhaps because from about half way through she mentions that she started to keep a diary and no doubt her emotional state was something she wrote about, this stands in ironic counterpoint to her engagement in studying philosophy which does move her at so profound a level.
Philosophy had neither opened up the heavens to me nor anchored me to earth...I had no fixed ideas of my own, but least I knew that I rejected Aristotle, St Thomas Aquinas, Maritain, and also all empirical and materialist doctrines (p.234).
She seeks for meaning at one stage falling under the influence of a young man who from his experience of comradeship in the first world war was forming a catholic youth movement, this was quite paternalistic in style, for instance de Beauvoir is enrolled to lecture working class men and women on literature. There's an air of searching for a kind of secularised Catholicism at this stage in her life, she likes the ideals of self denial, mortification of the flesh, structure and purpose, so as not to waste her time for a while she gives up on brushing her teeth. One might see in this too the kinds of inter-war cultural developments for a national culture which unified social classes as a precursor to fascism or communism, indeed de Beauvoir pere approves of Mussolini . However young Simone is also moved by the experiences of her friend abroad and of foreigners that she meets, despite her learnt reticence she has a desire for openness both to new experiences (including Gin Fizzes) and new thinking.
In this regard this is a story of self liberation, a fond farewell, or rediscovery from an adult perspective of her childhood self. There is great feeling for nature, what it was to be like on the small estate her grandfather owned in the spring, the flowers, the colours, the cool of the morning as sh sets out to find a cosy place to read. It is a bizarre thing a book largely about an urban childhood in Paris, in which that city barely features, the Luxembourg Gardens get more mentions than the Louvre, it is a very constrained childhood, one senses the chick pecking at the shell. It is the kind of childhood which I guess would be very rare in France today. Of course had life panned out as her parents wished it she would have emerged from the shell of childhood in the parental house to the shell of marriage in the husbands, as it was history intervened, slowly, but with decisive effect and we see her building a different kind of life for herself even if she is still at that point in her life herself looking for some grand unifying structure.
We are introduced to a society which is engaged in fighting a rear guard action against the French Revolution, this you might find reasonable for a memoir from the early days of the nineteenth century, the twist is that de Beauvoir was born at the beginning of the twentieth. The Rights of Man are along with pesky Bolshevik revolutions (destroying the value of de Beauvoir pere's investment in Russian debt) the threats to a careful, cloying, controlled, catholic culture. Simone herself the lucky beneficiary of the world changing about her.
Memoirs and autobiographies are interesting things - they give the author to shape and transform the raw stuff of their life into a narrative, not that will say anything untrue (hopefully) but there is always selection and emphasis going on, perhaps subconsciously - what we chose to remember and prefer to forget - as much as consciously.
I can't say that I am quite certain what de Beauvoir's narrative is, towards the middle of her book I felt it was the loss of Eden. The family unit of her self, her younger sister, and their parents is for her stable and complete, at the same time we read that she is growing out of that life. Since she is loosing her faith at the same time one feels that Eden is a kind of prison state and for the remainder of the book we see her rattling and fluttering against the cage of values and expectations that she was brought up within. She notices her learnt prudishness when she feels shock when people are pointed out to her who are only romantically interested in the same sex.
I felt also that she was engaging with Freud, perhaps not surprising given his intellectual influence during the period of her adult life. She is careful to point out that she was happy being a girl and saw nothing superior about boys (although physically her upbringing was constrained, no swimming, no gymnastics, to the point that when she begins dancing lessons she feels clumsy and awkward, as she is also flushed with certain physical reactions to dancing in couples she gives up dancing lessons ) and that she wasn't envious of them and indeed as a student rather liked male company in different ways. At the same time there was a psychological awareness, particularly here in her discussion of her father, of how his self regard meant he cold never fully share in de Beauvoir's academic success and likely career as a Lyc茅e teacher, as the necessity of her having to earn a living and get a job with a secured pension was due to his failure to be a real man and provide a fat dowry for his daughter so she could be married off. A certain tension in their relationship developed as she passes exams and collects diplomas.
Although she writes Literature took the place in my life that had once been occupied by religion: it absorbed me entirely, and transfigured my life (p.187) and while books play a certain part in her narrative she points out that it is far more the record of moods and prolonged feelings, partly perhaps because from about half way through she mentions that she started to keep a diary and no doubt her emotional state was something she wrote about, this stands in ironic counterpoint to her engagement in studying philosophy which does move her at so profound a level.
Philosophy had neither opened up the heavens to me nor anchored me to earth...I had no fixed ideas of my own, but least I knew that I rejected Aristotle, St Thomas Aquinas, Maritain, and also all empirical and materialist doctrines (p.234).
She seeks for meaning at one stage falling under the influence of a young man who from his experience of comradeship in the first world war was forming a catholic youth movement, this was quite paternalistic in style, for instance de Beauvoir is enrolled to lecture working class men and women on literature. There's an air of searching for a kind of secularised Catholicism at this stage in her life, she likes the ideals of self denial, mortification of the flesh, structure and purpose, so as not to waste her time for a while she gives up on brushing her teeth. One might see in this too the kinds of inter-war cultural developments for a national culture which unified social classes as a precursor to fascism or communism, indeed de Beauvoir pere approves of Mussolini . However young Simone is also moved by the experiences of her friend abroad and of foreigners that she meets, despite her learnt reticence she has a desire for openness both to new experiences (including Gin Fizzes) and new thinking.
In this regard this is a story of self liberation, a fond farewell, or rediscovery from an adult perspective of her childhood self. There is great feeling for nature, what it was to be like on the small estate her grandfather owned in the spring, the flowers, the colours, the cool of the morning as sh sets out to find a cosy place to read. It is a bizarre thing a book largely about an urban childhood in Paris, in which that city barely features, the Luxembourg Gardens get more mentions than the Louvre, it is a very constrained childhood, one senses the chick pecking at the shell. It is the kind of childhood which I guess would be very rare in France today. Of course had life panned out as her parents wished it she would have emerged from the shell of childhood in the parental house to the shell of marriage in the husbands, as it was history intervened, slowly, but with decisive effect and we see her building a different kind of life for herself even if she is still at that point in her life herself looking for some grand unifying structure.
August 6, 2011
I loved this book so much any review will be wholly inadequate. I loved is how she captures the innocence of childhood and the pains her parent took to maintain that innocence far beyond what seems right. I loved the confusion, despair and vanity of adolescences and how she could feel so strongly about ideals that themselves constantly changed. I loved how her idea of self was in constant flux and the richness of her inner life. I love how books meant just so much to her, and all those descriptions of her spending day after day of her youth reading outdoors in some lovely garden just demands the reader should enjoy this book in the same way. Even the smell of this book was intoxicating.
"I loved those evenings when, after dinner, I would set out alone on the Metro and travel right to the other side of Paris, near Les Buttes Chaumont, which smelled of damp and greenery. Often I would walk back home. In the Boulevard de la Chapelle, under the steel girders of the elevated railway, women would be waiting for customers; men would come staggering out of brightly lit bistros; the fronts of cinemas would be ablaze with posters. I could feel life all around me, an enormous, ever-present confusion. I would stride along, feeling it's thick breath blow in my face. And I would say to myself that, after all, life is worth living."
I place this above 'Speak, Memory' on my list of favorite memoirs, and there isn't any higher praise I offer then that! It's absolutely beautiful. If, just once, while reading a book I become so enamored that I gasp it to my chest uttering uncontrollable signs; then that, for me, is an automatic five stars. I probably did that a dozen times or more throughout this book; just utterly lost in the ethereal dreaminess of her passions or shattered by her despairs; especially the end, I sat at work for nearly a half hour, completely still, completely moved.
"At night I would climb the steps to the Sacre-Coeur, and I would watch Paris, that futile oasis, scintillating in the wilderness of space. I would weep, because it was so beautiful, and because it was so useless."
"I loved those evenings when, after dinner, I would set out alone on the Metro and travel right to the other side of Paris, near Les Buttes Chaumont, which smelled of damp and greenery. Often I would walk back home. In the Boulevard de la Chapelle, under the steel girders of the elevated railway, women would be waiting for customers; men would come staggering out of brightly lit bistros; the fronts of cinemas would be ablaze with posters. I could feel life all around me, an enormous, ever-present confusion. I would stride along, feeling it's thick breath blow in my face. And I would say to myself that, after all, life is worth living."
I place this above 'Speak, Memory' on my list of favorite memoirs, and there isn't any higher praise I offer then that! It's absolutely beautiful. If, just once, while reading a book I become so enamored that I gasp it to my chest uttering uncontrollable signs; then that, for me, is an automatic five stars. I probably did that a dozen times or more throughout this book; just utterly lost in the ethereal dreaminess of her passions or shattered by her despairs; especially the end, I sat at work for nearly a half hour, completely still, completely moved.
"At night I would climb the steps to the Sacre-Coeur, and I would watch Paris, that futile oasis, scintillating in the wilderness of space. I would weep, because it was so beautiful, and because it was so useless."
April 3, 2018
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December 2, 2021
I primi vent'anni della de Beauvoir. Uno splendido romanzo di formazione, ma anche un piccolo, prezioso manifesto d'emancipazione personale (pur sofferta), dai condizionamenti sociali, dal trito bagaglio valoriale borghese-cattolico, dai pregiudizi imperanti. La storia della scoperta di s茅 che, ognuno a suo modo e seguendo indole e sogni, ognuno di noi dovrebbe almeno provare a compiere.
August 2, 2023
i want this book tattoed on my forehead and buried with me when i die
February 7, 2018
"I was born at four o'clock in the morning on the ninth of January 1908, in a room fitted with white-enameled furniture and overlooking the Boulevard Raspail. In the family photographs taken the following summer there are ladies in long dresses and ostrich feather hats and gentlemen wearing boaters and panamas, all smiling at a baby: they are my parents, my grandfather, uncles, aunts; and the baby is me. My father was thirty, my mother twenty-one, and I was their first child."
And later, there was Sartre...
"From now on, I'm going to take you under my wing," Sartre told me when he had brought me the news that I had passed (Sorbonne). He had a liking for feminine friendships. During the fortnight of the oral examinations we hardly ever left each other except to sleep. I was now beginning to feel that time not spent in his company was time wasted."
But Simone de Beauvoir always knew...
"Whatever happened, I would have to try to preserve what was best in me: my love of personal freedom, my passion for life, my curiosity, my determination to be a writer. Not only did he give me encouragement but he also intended to give me active help in achieving this ambition."
This is an outstanding memoir written by a woman who came to know herself, stepped away from the crowd, and put feelings together in prose meant to enlighten all.
And later, there was Sartre...
"From now on, I'm going to take you under my wing," Sartre told me when he had brought me the news that I had passed (Sorbonne). He had a liking for feminine friendships. During the fortnight of the oral examinations we hardly ever left each other except to sleep. I was now beginning to feel that time not spent in his company was time wasted."
But Simone de Beauvoir always knew...
"Whatever happened, I would have to try to preserve what was best in me: my love of personal freedom, my passion for life, my curiosity, my determination to be a writer. Not only did he give me encouragement but he also intended to give me active help in achieving this ambition."
This is an outstanding memoir written by a woman who came to know herself, stepped away from the crowd, and put feelings together in prose meant to enlighten all.
May 4, 2018
Riletto tre volte, e rileggendolo ritrovo me stessa. Cio猫 riconosco l'impronta che ha lasciato nel mio sviluppo intellettuale. A questo libro - letto la prima volta giovanissima - devo molto delle mie attitudini mentali. Mi ha aiutato a leggere in chiave intellettuale quel che mi succedeva, ad accettare l'originalit脿 della mia persona (inserita in un universo di originali, cio猫 unici). A non avere mai paura dei pensieri, a non sfuggire alle conseguenze del ragionamento, a onorare la priorit脿 dell'intelletto. Insomma, le devo molto. Anche alcune "infelicit脿".
La sua scrittura 猫 fascinosa, cos矛 come la sua intelligenza.
E' una biografia leggera, ricca di aneddoti, ma al tempo stesso pesante di analisi lucidissime e perfette, geometriche (a posteriori di 30 anni, e di tante altre letture, so anche come l'ha ricostruita (con omissioni e abbellimenti, ma non toglie niente al suo fascino).
Nel rileggere, c'猫 anche il piacere voluttuoso, incomparabile e rassicurante di rileggere un libro amato, che non delude nella rilettura.
E' come ritrovare un vecchio amico*, riannodare i fili e sentirsi a casa.
*con un bel caratterino, Simone! Non le mancava il complesso di superiorit脿.
La sua scrittura 猫 fascinosa, cos矛 come la sua intelligenza.
E' una biografia leggera, ricca di aneddoti, ma al tempo stesso pesante di analisi lucidissime e perfette, geometriche (a posteriori di 30 anni, e di tante altre letture, so anche come l'ha ricostruita (con omissioni e abbellimenti, ma non toglie niente al suo fascino).
Nel rileggere, c'猫 anche il piacere voluttuoso, incomparabile e rassicurante di rileggere un libro amato, che non delude nella rilettura.
E' come ritrovare un vecchio amico*, riannodare i fili e sentirsi a casa.
*con un bel caratterino, Simone! Non le mancava il complesso di superiorit脿.
July 5, 2017
賲賳 蹖讴 爻丕賱蹖 倬賵賱賲 亘賴 禺乇蹖丿賳 丕蹖賳 賲噩賲賵毓賴 賯丿 賳賲蹖鈥屫ж�. 蹖毓賳蹖 亘賴 禺乇蹖丿賳卮 亘丕 丿爻鬲鈥屫辟嗀� 禺賵丿賲. 蹖讴 卮亘 讴賴 亘丕 乇賮蹖賯賲 鬲賵蹖 蹖讴蹖 丕夭 讴鬲丕亘鈥屬佖辟堌篡屸€屬囏� 丕夭 賮乇賵卮賳丿賴 賲蹖鈥屬矩必驰屫� 丌蹖丕 賲噩賲賵毓賴 乇丕 噩丿丕噩丿丕 亘賴 賲賳 賲蹖鈥屫囏� 蹖丕 賳賴貙 賵 噩賵丕亘 賲賳賮蹖 乇丕 卮賳蹖丿賲貙 趩賳丿 丿賯蹖賯賴鈥屰� 亘毓丿 氐丕丨亘 讴鬲丕亘賴丕 卮丿賲. 乇賮蹖賯賲 丌賳鈥屬囏� 乇丕 亘乇丕蹖賲 禺乇蹖丿賴 亘賵丿. 丕蹖賳 乇丕 鬲毓乇蹖賮 讴乇丿賲 讴賴 亘诏賵蹖賲 趩賴 卮丿 讴賴 亘毓丿 丕夭 賲丿鬲賴丕 賮乇丕乇 丕夭 讴鬲丕亘 賯胤賵乇 賵 丨鬲蹖 賲鬲賳鈥屬囏й� 亘賱賳丿貙 賲胤蹖毓 賵 丨乇賮鈥屭堌粹€屭┵� 賳卮爻鬲賲 亘賴 禺賵丕賳丿賳 噩賱丿 丕賵賱卮. 丿賵亘賵賵丕乇 噩夭卅蹖丕鬲 噩丕賲毓 賵 賲丕賳毓蹖 乇丕 丕夭 讴賵丿讴蹖 賵 賳賵噩賵丕賳蹖鈥屫ж� 亘乇丕蹖鈥屬呚з� 亘賴 亘賴鬲乇蹖賳 卮讴賱 乇賵丕蹖鬲 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀�. 鬲乇噩賲賴贁 讴鬲丕亘貙 賳孬乇蹖 鬲乇 賵 鬲賲蹖夭 丕爻鬲 讴賴 丿乇 夭賳丿诏蹖鈥屬嗀з呝団€屬囏� 讴賲鬲乇 趩卮賲賲 乇丕 诏乇賮鬲賴 亘賵丿. 賮丕乇睾 丕夭 鬲乇噩賲賴貙 爻蹖賲賵賳 丿賵亘賵賵丕乇 诏賮鬲诏賵賴丕蹖 匕賴賳蹖貙 賲丨鬲賵蹖丕鬲 賯賱亘 賵 賳诏乇卮鈥屬� 丕賳鬲爻丕亘蹖 (丕夭 禺丕賳賵丕丿賴) 賵 爻蹖乇 鬲睾蹖蹖乇 丌賳 亘賴 賳诏乇卮蹖 丕讴鬲爻丕亘蹖 乇丕 趩賳丕賳 丌乇丕賲貙 亘丕丨賵氐賱賴 賵 禺賵亘 鬲賵氐蹖賮 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀� 讴賴 禺賵丕賳賳丿賴 丨爻 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀� 賲孬賱 蹖讴 賴賲乇丕賴 賳丕賲乇卅蹖 賴賲蹖卮賴 讴賳丕乇 丕賵 乇丕賴 賲蹖鈥屫辟堌� 賵 亘賴 毓賱丕賵賴貙 匕賴賳卮 乇丕 賴賲 賲蹖鈥屫堌з嗀�. 賲丿鬲賴丕 亘賵丿 禺賵丕賳丿賳 讴鬲丕亘 賵 鬲賲丕卮丕蹖 芦亘夭乇诏 卮丿賳/aging禄 丌賳賯丿乇 亘賴 丿賱賲 賳賳卮爻鬲賴 亘賵丿.
January 31, 2020
Filosofic膬, dar mi-a pl膬cut.
"tat膬l meu 葯tia c膬 pentru a scrie o oper膬 literar膬 e nevoie de o munc膬 obositoare, de str膬danii, de r膬bdare; e o activitate solitar膬."
"Actorul ocole葯te chinurile crea葲iei; lui i se ofer膬, gata alc膬tuit, un univers imaginar 卯n care exist膬 un loc rezervat pentru el; se manifest膬 卯n rol, 卯n carne 葯i oase, 卯n fa葲a unui public 卯n carne 葯i oase; limitat la func葲ia de oglind膬, publicul 卯i reflect膬, supus, imaginea; pe scen膬, actorul este st膬p芒nul 葯i exist膬 cu adev膬rat; se simte realmente st膬p芒n."
"O povestire era un lucru frumos, suficient sie葯i, ca un spectacol de marionete sau o fotografie; percepeam necesitatea acestor construc葲ii cu 卯nceput, cuprins 葯i 卯ncheiere, 卯n care fiecare cuv芒nt 葯i fiecare fraz膬 se distinge, 卯n individualitatea sa, precum culorile unui tablou."
"Mi se p膬rea 卯ngrozitor s膬 tr膬ie葯ti f膬r膬 s膬 a葯tep葲i nimic de la via葲膬."
"Lumea nu-mi mai p膬rea un loc sigur."
"tat膬l meu 葯tia c膬 pentru a scrie o oper膬 literar膬 e nevoie de o munc膬 obositoare, de str膬danii, de r膬bdare; e o activitate solitar膬."
"Actorul ocole葯te chinurile crea葲iei; lui i se ofer膬, gata alc膬tuit, un univers imaginar 卯n care exist膬 un loc rezervat pentru el; se manifest膬 卯n rol, 卯n carne 葯i oase, 卯n fa葲a unui public 卯n carne 葯i oase; limitat la func葲ia de oglind膬, publicul 卯i reflect膬, supus, imaginea; pe scen膬, actorul este st膬p芒nul 葯i exist膬 cu adev膬rat; se simte realmente st膬p芒n."
"O povestire era un lucru frumos, suficient sie葯i, ca un spectacol de marionete sau o fotografie; percepeam necesitatea acestor construc葲ii cu 卯nceput, cuprins 葯i 卯ncheiere, 卯n care fiecare cuv芒nt 葯i fiecare fraz膬 se distinge, 卯n individualitatea sa, precum culorile unui tablou."
"Mi se p膬rea 卯ngrozitor s膬 tr膬ie葯ti f膬r膬 s膬 a葯tep葲i nimic de la via葲膬."
"Lumea nu-mi mai p膬rea un loc sigur."
March 3, 2021
I have admired Simone de Beauvoir since I became enthralled with existentialism in my late teens. I loved her novel "The Mandarins" and considered her a role model. This memoir of her childhood and early adulthood adds insight into the writer and woman she became. Her prodigious memory calls up detailed memories of her sheltered childhood, ages 3, 4, 5, 6 and so on. Too much! I was more interested in her life as an intellectually adventurous university student, but found the accounts of the inner torment and tumultuous mood swings she and her friends experienced exhausting (and indulgent).
September 19, 2010
The short of it: From the opening pages I fell head over heels for Memoires d'une jeune fille rang茅e (translated into English as Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter but more literally "Memoirs of a well-behaved girl"), the first of four volumes in de Beauvoir's autobiography. It's been a long time since I connected with a book at such a level of visceral sympathy鈥攕ince I had the feeling "Yes! That's what it's like for me too!," since I felt such a sense of loss upon turning a final page. So there may be a certain lack of critical distance in this post: I'm declaring myself right up front to be a newly-converted de Beauvoir fangirl, and my only dilemma now is whether to break my book-buying ban and order the second volume (La force de l'age) right this second, or whether to hold out for a gift-giving holiday or upcoming trip to France.
And the long: For me, one of the greatest pleasures of Memoires d'une jeune fille rang茅e is simply watching de Beauvoir's brain apply its lifelong training in philosophy and semiotics to the examination of her own early life. Beginning with birth and ending with the completion of her secondary schooling, some of the most interesting passages in this book map to what are often the "boring bits" of biography and autobiography: de Beauvoir's early childhood. She is such a keen observer, and obviously so well-accustomed to dissecting the way humans perceive and process the world, that hers becomes an early-childhood story unlike any I've ever read before鈥攁nd it's especially exciting to read about her development in this regard if the reader has some slight familiarity with her existentialist feminism later in life, since she does a complete about-face on many issues. She writes, for example, about her early assumption (age five or so) that language and other signs sprang organically鈥�necessarily and without human intervention鈥攆rom the things they signify, so that the word "vache" (cow) was somehow a necessary and organic component of the animal itself. In this mindset she could understand letters as objects (an "a," for example) but not as building blocks representing sounds that make up words. In this passage, she recalls the "click" in her brain when she finally, although in a limited way, grasped the concept of a sign:
One of the many threads running through the book traces de Beauvoir's evolving understanding of signs: where they come from, how they work, and the inescapable gap (despite her early na茂vete) between the thing itself and the sign humans have invented to indicate it. There comes a period in her teenage years when language, the necessity of interpreting language, becomes her enemy for just this reason: when we express our thoughts, feelings, and intentions, there is always a chasm between the thing itself鈥攐ur interior landscape鈥攁nd our expression of it; often this chasm is only widened when our words are interpreted by another person.
Despite this semiotic difficulty, however, de Beauvoir herself does an impeccable job of articulating her own interior landscapes at different times in her life, not only as personal experiences, but as ontological states capable of dissection by her as an adult. Another thread that is first woven into the narrative very early is the dread inherent in the realization that we change with time, that our present incarnation is different than the person we will be in the future, and in ways currently dismaying or frightening to us. That these changes may cease to dismay or frighten us in the future, before or after they happen to us, doesn't change the dread our current selves feel at being left behind, replaced:
This was one of those jolts of recognition for me: I have a memory very like this, of being at the zoo with my mother and grandmother when I was three or four years old, and overhearing them talk about how unpleasant "teenagers" were. Mom and Grandma probably didn't actually say this, but I got the impression from their conversation that teenagers hate their parents. And it suddenly dawned on me that one day I would be a teenager: would I hate my parents as well? But I didn't want to hate them; I loved and depended upon my parents. Where would this monstrous teenage-me come from, and how would it eat away at the love I currently felt toward my family? I remember an awful feeling of dread, and of impotence: I didn't want to become this future self I foresaw, but presumably I could do nothing to stop it: "I"鈥攖he "me" looking at the polar bears鈥攚ould be consumed in teenage-ness and no longer care about "my" (toddler-age) preferences. Of course the truth was more complicated鈥擨 never stopped loving my parents, needless to say鈥攂ut in a way, my three-year-old self was right: by the time I was a teenager I DID act snotty and unpleasant to them a lot of the time, and I no longer wished (luckily) to regress into the trusting dependence of toddler-hood. I had become a stranger, and no longer wanted to go back; the only way was forward.
De Beauvoir's delineation of this process is fascinating, and she returns to it several times throughout this volume: the dread that precedes a change, and the ontological break that enables us to be in a completely different emotional space after the change, so that our former dread is no longer relevant. Raised devoutly Catholic, for example, she realizes sometime in her early teens that she no longer believes in God. At some point before this realization, she thinks to herself that to lose one's faith would be the most horrible thing she can imagine happening to a person; yet when she herself realizes that it has happened to her, it makes no immediate change in her life; she feels little distress. She had thought that her morality and assumptions about the universe would immediately and drastically be torn asunder, but in fact she retains the tenants of her bourgeois Christian upbringing long after she has stopped believing in God, and only very gradually (years, decades later) comes to reexamine the aspects of that upbringing that no longer make sense to her. By the time she is questioning these assumptions, other things (literature, philosophy, human relationships) have taken the spiritually fulfilling place that religion once held in her life:
Although I want to discuss so much more鈥攜oung Simone's feeling of tragedy at the unconsciousness of inanimate objects; her attribution of her own negative capability to the difference in her parents' belief systems; her relationships with her sister and her best friend; her first meetings with Sartre鈥擨'm already running long. I can't close this post, however, without mentioning the insight that Memoires d'une jeune fille rang茅e gives into de Beauvoir's feminism. Her father looms large in this history, as both the object of her childhood and adolescent idolatry, and as a conservative blow-hard who says things like "a wife is what her husband makes her; it's up to him to shape her personality," and bitterly regrets the fact that his loss of money means that his daughters will be earning their own livings, rather than marrying well into good society (never mind that they PREFER to earn their own livings; that's not the point). Her father's betrayal of her鈥攈e tells her she will have to educate herself and earn her living, then hates her for being a reminder of his own financial failure鈥攚as a formative event in de Beauvoir's life, and a source of real bitterness for her; I was impressed, however, at how impartial she manages to be toward her father himself, while coming to reject the set of values he held.
As with all other aspects of the book, her observations on gender relations are detailed and perceptive, and the roots of her feminism run through this volume, from her examination of the sexual double-standard that allowed her parents to entertain men who kept mistresses but not the mistresses themselves; to the assertion of her otherwise avant-garde philospher friends that they "can't respect an unmarried woman"; to the effects of having her reading censored (it was considered dangerous for unmarried women to read about sex). I can't resist including this passage, in which a ten-year-old Simone is reacting to her priest's story about a young female parishioner who reads "bad books," loses her faith in God, and subsequently commits suicide:
This passage makes me feel like cheering. And de Beauvoir does not neglect to notice that men and boys were not considered so delicate as to kill themselves over premature exposure to a tawdry potboiler. Still, M茅moires d'une jeune fille rang茅e puts de Beauvoir's feminism in perspective: she may be most famous for The Second Sex, but she's primarily a humanist, interested in the modes of existence experienced by all humans, and by specific humans, regardless of gender.
I'll be honest: this is not the memoir for everyone. If you're not interested in philosophy and like a lot to "happen" in your books, it will probably seem hopelessly dry. De Beauvoir's adolescence involves all the arrogance and angst one might expect from a recently-secularized teen who went on to become a preeminent existentialist (hint: a lot). But even when she is recalling her most turbulent periods, the adult de Beauvoir maintains her incisive, perceptive, ever-so-faintly-amused voice. She doesn't take herself too seriously, but neither does she dismiss her experiences or manifest a false modesty. This balanced tone, combined with her stunning intelligence and existentialist insights, makes this volume easily one of my favorite reads of the year, if not of all time.
And the long: For me, one of the greatest pleasures of Memoires d'une jeune fille rang茅e is simply watching de Beauvoir's brain apply its lifelong training in philosophy and semiotics to the examination of her own early life. Beginning with birth and ending with the completion of her secondary schooling, some of the most interesting passages in this book map to what are often the "boring bits" of biography and autobiography: de Beauvoir's early childhood. She is such a keen observer, and obviously so well-accustomed to dissecting the way humans perceive and process the world, that hers becomes an early-childhood story unlike any I've ever read before鈥攁nd it's especially exciting to read about her development in this regard if the reader has some slight familiarity with her existentialist feminism later in life, since she does a complete about-face on many issues. She writes, for example, about her early assumption (age five or so) that language and other signs sprang organically鈥�necessarily and without human intervention鈥攆rom the things they signify, so that the word "vache" (cow) was somehow a necessary and organic component of the animal itself. In this mindset she could understand letters as objects (an "a," for example) but not as building blocks representing sounds that make up words. In this passage, she recalls the "click" in her brain when she finally, although in a limited way, grasped the concept of a sign:
[J]e contemplais l'image d'une vache, et les deux lettres, c, h, qui se pronon莽aient ch. J'ai compris soudain qu'elles ne possedaient pas un nom 脿 la mani猫re des objets, mais qu'elles repr茅sentaient un son: j'ai compris ce que c'est un signe. J'eus vite fait d'apprendre 脿 lire. Cependant ma pens茅e s'arr锚ta en chemin. Je voyais dans l'image graphique l'exacte doublure du son qui lui correspondait: ils 茅manaient ensemble de la chose qu'ils exprimaient si bien que leur relation ne comportait aucun arbitraire.
[I was looking at a picture of a cow [vache], and the two letters, c and h, that together were pronounced "ch." I understood suddenly that they had no name in the sense that objects do, but that they represented a sound: I understood what a sign is. It then took me very little time to learn to read. However, my ideas stopped there. I saw in the picture the exact double of the sound corresponding to it: they emanated together from the thing they expressed, so well that the relation between them involved nothing arbitrary.
One of the many threads running through the book traces de Beauvoir's evolving understanding of signs: where they come from, how they work, and the inescapable gap (despite her early na茂vete) between the thing itself and the sign humans have invented to indicate it. There comes a period in her teenage years when language, the necessity of interpreting language, becomes her enemy for just this reason: when we express our thoughts, feelings, and intentions, there is always a chasm between the thing itself鈥攐ur interior landscape鈥攁nd our expression of it; often this chasm is only widened when our words are interpreted by another person.
Despite this semiotic difficulty, however, de Beauvoir herself does an impeccable job of articulating her own interior landscapes at different times in her life, not only as personal experiences, but as ontological states capable of dissection by her as an adult. Another thread that is first woven into the narrative very early is the dread inherent in the realization that we change with time, that our present incarnation is different than the person we will be in the future, and in ways currently dismaying or frightening to us. That these changes may cease to dismay or frighten us in the future, before or after they happen to us, doesn't change the dread our current selves feel at being left behind, replaced:
Je regardais le fauteuil de maman et je pensais: "Je ne pourrai plus m'asseoir sur ses genoux." Soudain l'avenir existait: il me changerait en une autre qui dirait moi et ne serait plus moi. J'ai pressenti tous les sevrages, les reniements, les abandons et la succession de mes morts.
[I looked at maman's chair and I thought: "I won't be able to sit on her lap anymore." Suddnely the future existed: it would change me into someone else who would say "me" and would no longer be me. I sensed all the weanings, the renunciations, the abandonments and the whole progression of my deaths.
This was one of those jolts of recognition for me: I have a memory very like this, of being at the zoo with my mother and grandmother when I was three or four years old, and overhearing them talk about how unpleasant "teenagers" were. Mom and Grandma probably didn't actually say this, but I got the impression from their conversation that teenagers hate their parents. And it suddenly dawned on me that one day I would be a teenager: would I hate my parents as well? But I didn't want to hate them; I loved and depended upon my parents. Where would this monstrous teenage-me come from, and how would it eat away at the love I currently felt toward my family? I remember an awful feeling of dread, and of impotence: I didn't want to become this future self I foresaw, but presumably I could do nothing to stop it: "I"鈥攖he "me" looking at the polar bears鈥攚ould be consumed in teenage-ness and no longer care about "my" (toddler-age) preferences. Of course the truth was more complicated鈥擨 never stopped loving my parents, needless to say鈥攂ut in a way, my three-year-old self was right: by the time I was a teenager I DID act snotty and unpleasant to them a lot of the time, and I no longer wished (luckily) to regress into the trusting dependence of toddler-hood. I had become a stranger, and no longer wanted to go back; the only way was forward.
De Beauvoir's delineation of this process is fascinating, and she returns to it several times throughout this volume: the dread that precedes a change, and the ontological break that enables us to be in a completely different emotional space after the change, so that our former dread is no longer relevant. Raised devoutly Catholic, for example, she realizes sometime in her early teens that she no longer believes in God. At some point before this realization, she thinks to herself that to lose one's faith would be the most horrible thing she can imagine happening to a person; yet when she herself realizes that it has happened to her, it makes no immediate change in her life; she feels little distress. She had thought that her morality and assumptions about the universe would immediately and drastically be torn asunder, but in fact she retains the tenants of her bourgeois Christian upbringing long after she has stopped believing in God, and only very gradually (years, decades later) comes to reexamine the aspects of that upbringing that no longer make sense to her. By the time she is questioning these assumptions, other things (literature, philosophy, human relationships) have taken the spiritually fulfilling place that religion once held in her life:
La litt茅rature prit dans mon existence la place qu'y avait occup茅e la religion: elle l'envahit tout enti猫re, et la transfigura. Les livres que j'aimais devinrent une Bible o霉 je puisais des conseils et des secours; j'en copiai de longs extraits; j'appris par coeur de nouveaux cantiques et de nouvelles litanies, des psaumes, des proverbes, des proph茅ties et je sanctifiai toutes les cironstances de ma vie en me recitant ces textes sacr茅s. [...] entre moi et les 芒mes soeurs qui existaient quelque part, hors d'atteinte, ils cr茅aient une sorte de communion; au lieu de vivre ma petite histoire particuli猫re, je participais 脿 une grande 茅pop茅e spirituelle.
[Literature took, in my life, the place that had formerly been occupied by religion: it overran everything, and transfigured it. The books I loved became a Bible from which I took advice and comfort; I copied long extracts from them; I learned by heart new hymns and new litanies, psalms, proverbs, prophecies, and I sanctified all the circumstances of my life by reciting these sacred texts. [...] Between me and these sister souls there existed something, out of reach; they created a sort of communion; instead of living my trivial individual story, I was participating in a grand spiritual saga.]
Although I want to discuss so much more鈥攜oung Simone's feeling of tragedy at the unconsciousness of inanimate objects; her attribution of her own negative capability to the difference in her parents' belief systems; her relationships with her sister and her best friend; her first meetings with Sartre鈥擨'm already running long. I can't close this post, however, without mentioning the insight that Memoires d'une jeune fille rang茅e gives into de Beauvoir's feminism. Her father looms large in this history, as both the object of her childhood and adolescent idolatry, and as a conservative blow-hard who says things like "a wife is what her husband makes her; it's up to him to shape her personality," and bitterly regrets the fact that his loss of money means that his daughters will be earning their own livings, rather than marrying well into good society (never mind that they PREFER to earn their own livings; that's not the point). Her father's betrayal of her鈥攈e tells her she will have to educate herself and earn her living, then hates her for being a reminder of his own financial failure鈥攚as a formative event in de Beauvoir's life, and a source of real bitterness for her; I was impressed, however, at how impartial she manages to be toward her father himself, while coming to reject the set of values he held.
As with all other aspects of the book, her observations on gender relations are detailed and perceptive, and the roots of her feminism run through this volume, from her examination of the sexual double-standard that allowed her parents to entertain men who kept mistresses but not the mistresses themselves; to the assertion of her otherwise avant-garde philospher friends that they "can't respect an unmarried woman"; to the effects of having her reading censored (it was considered dangerous for unmarried women to read about sex). I can't resist including this passage, in which a ten-year-old Simone is reacting to her priest's story about a young female parishioner who reads "bad books," loses her faith in God, and subsequently commits suicide:
Ce que je comprenais le moins, c'est que la connaissance conduis卯t au d茅sespoir. Le pr茅dicateur n'avait pas dit que les mauvais livres peignaient la vie sous des couleurs fausses: en ce cas, il e没t facilement balay茅 leurs mensonges; le drame de l'enfant qu'il avait 茅chou茅 脿 sauver, c'est qu'elle avait d茅couvert pr茅matur茅ment l'authentique visage de la r茅alit茅. De toute fa莽on, me disais-je, un jour je la verrai moi aussi, face 脿 face, et je n'en mourrai pas.
[What I understood least, was the idea that knowledge led to despair. The priest hadn't said that the bad books painted life in false colors: in that case, it would have been easy to brush aside their lies; the tragedy of the girl he had failed to save was that she had prematurely discovered the true face of reality. In any case, I said to myself, one day I'll see it too, face to face, and I won't die.]
This passage makes me feel like cheering. And de Beauvoir does not neglect to notice that men and boys were not considered so delicate as to kill themselves over premature exposure to a tawdry potboiler. Still, M茅moires d'une jeune fille rang茅e puts de Beauvoir's feminism in perspective: she may be most famous for The Second Sex, but she's primarily a humanist, interested in the modes of existence experienced by all humans, and by specific humans, regardless of gender.
I'll be honest: this is not the memoir for everyone. If you're not interested in philosophy and like a lot to "happen" in your books, it will probably seem hopelessly dry. De Beauvoir's adolescence involves all the arrogance and angst one might expect from a recently-secularized teen who went on to become a preeminent existentialist (hint: a lot). But even when she is recalling her most turbulent periods, the adult de Beauvoir maintains her incisive, perceptive, ever-so-faintly-amused voice. She doesn't take herself too seriously, but neither does she dismiss her experiences or manifest a false modesty. This balanced tone, combined with her stunning intelligence and existentialist insights, makes this volume easily one of my favorite reads of the year, if not of all time.
February 20, 2013
鈥�"賲匕賰乇丕鬲 賮鬲丕丞 乇氐賷賳丞 " 賴賷 賲匕賰乇丕鬲 賰鬲亘鬲賴丕 爻賷賲賵賳 丿賷 亘賵賮賵丕乇貙 鬲丨賰賷 賮賷賴丕 爻賷乇鬲賴丕 丕賱匕丕鬲賷丞 賲賳匕 丕賱賵賱丕丿丞 賱丨賷賳. 鬲禺乇噩賴丕 賲賳 丕賱爻賵乇亘賵賳 賵 賱賯丕卅賴丕 亘爻丕乇鬲乇 貙 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 賷賵賲賷丕鬲賴丕 廿爻鬲胤丕毓鬲 兀賳 鬲乇爻賲 賱賳丕 亘丕賳賵乇丕賲丕 毓賳 丕賱丨賷丕丞 丕賱賮乇賳爻賷丞 賮賷 亘丿丕賷丞 丕賱賯乇賳 丕賱賲丕囟賷 .. 賮賷 賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱鬲賮丕氐賷賱 丕賱鬲賷 賰丕賳鬲 鬲乇賵賷賴丕 貙 賰賳鬲 兀噩丿 鬲卮丕亘賴丕 賰亘賷乇丕 亘賷賳 賵囟毓 丕賱賲乇丕丞 賮賷 賮乇賳爻丕 賮賷 丕賱賯乇賳 丕賱賲丕囟賷 賵賵囟毓賴丕 丨丕賱賷丕 賮賷 丕賱毓丕賱賲 丕賱毓乇亘賷 .
爻賷賲賵賳 鬲丨賰賷 賰賷賮 賰丕賳 毓賱賷賴丕 兀賳 鬲丿乇爻 賰孬賷乇丕 賵 鬲鬲丨丿賶 丕賱賲噩鬲賲毓 丕賱匕賷 鬲毓賷卮 賮賷賴 賱孬亘鬲 匕丕鬲賴丕 賵 鬲禺乇噩 賲賳 賲丨賷胤賴丕 丕賱匕賷 賷賳馗乇 廿賱賷賴丕 賰亘賵噩賵丕夭賷丞 氐睾賷乇丞 賷噩亘 丌賳 鬲鬲夭賵噩 亘毓丿 丨氐賵賱賴丕 毓賱賶 丕賱亘丕賰賱賵乇賷丕 兀賵 丕賱賱賷爻丕賳爻 ..
賱賰賳 爻賷賲賵賳 兀賰賲賱鬲 丿乇丕爻鬲賴丕 賵 丨氐賱鬲 毓賱賶 丕賱賲丕爻鬲乇 賮賷 丕賱賮賱爻賮丞 貙 賵 賴賳丕賰 爻鬲鬲毓乇賮 毓賱賶 爻丕乇鬲乇 兀亘賵 丕賱賮賱爻賮丞 丕賱賵噩賵丿賷丞 ..
賲丕 賮丕噩兀賳賷 兀賷囟丕 賴賵 兀賳賴丕 亘賯賷鬲 毓匕乇丕亍 賵 賱賲 鬲噩乇亘 丕賱賯亘賱丞 貙 賵 賱廿賳鬲賴丕亍 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賱賲 鬲丨賰賷 賲卮賴丿丕 噩賳爻賷丕 賵丕丨丿丕 貙 孬賲 丕賱鬲乇亘賷丞 丕賱氐丕乇賲丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賱賯鬲賴丕 賲賳 丕賱乇丕賴亘丕鬲 賵 賲賳 賵丕賱丿賷賴丕 丕賱賱匕丕賳 賰丕賳丕 賷賲賳毓丕 毓賳賴丕 賯乇丕亍丞 亘毓囟 丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲 鬲丨鬲 亘賳匕 乇賵丕賷丕鬲 廿亘丕丨賷丞 ..
卮丿賳賷 廿賱賷賴丕 丨亘賴丕 賱賱鬲毓賱賲 賵 廿丿賲丕賳賴丕 賱賯乇丕亍. 丕賱賰鬲亘 貙 賱賲 賷賰賳 賱丿賷賴丕 丕賱禺賷丕乇 貙 廿賲丕 兀賳 鬲鬲夭賵噩 兀賵 鬲鬲毓賱賲 賰孬賷乇丕 賱鬲賴乇亘 賲賳 丕賱丨賷丕丞 丕賱乇鬲賷亘丞 貙 賵 賴匕丕 賲丕 賮毓賱鬲賴 爻賷賲賵賳 貙鬲毓賱賲鬲 賵 賱兀噩賱 丕賱毓賱賲 賮賯胤 ..
兀賳丕 兀賷囟丕 兀乇賮囟 丕賱夭賵丕噩 貙 賵 賱丕 兀毓乇賮 賱賲丕匕丕 貙 賱賰賳賷 丿丕卅賲丕 兀爻兀賱 賳賮爻賷 賲丕匕丕 亘毓丿 責 孬賲 賱丕 兀鬲禺賷賱 賳賮爻賷 兀賯丕爻賲 睾乇賮丞 賲毓 兀丨丿 賱兀爻賲毓 卮禺賷乇賴 貙 賱丕 兀賮賴賲 賱賲丕匕丕 毓賱賷賳丕 兀賳 賳乇亘胤 賲氐賷乇賳丕 丕賱丨乇 噩丿丕 亘賲氐賷乇 兀賳丕爻 丌禺乇賷賳 賵 兀賷賳 賷賰賵賳 匕賱賰 賯乇丕乇丕 丕禺鬲賷丕乇賷丕 .
鬲爻丕丐賱丕鬲 爻賷賲賵賳 賰丕賳鬲 賵噩賵丿賷丞 貙 兀毓鬲賯丿 兀賳賴丕 賲孬賱鬲 噩賷賱丕 賲賳 丕賱亘賵乇噩賵丕夭賷賷賳 丕賱賮乇賳爻賷賷賳 丕賱匕賷賳 賵噩丿賵丕 鬲乇丕賰賲丕 賮賰乇賷丕 賮賱爻賮賷丕 兀鬲丕丨 賱賴賲 鬲胤賵賷乇賴 賵 胤乇丨 丕賱爻丐丕賱 貙 賰丕賳 賱丕亘丿 賲賳 丕賱鬲睾賷賷乇 貙 丕賱賵爻胤 丕賱亘賵乇噩賵丕夭賷 丕賱賮乇賳爻賷
爻賷賲賵賳 貙 爻丕乇鬲乇 貙 賰丕賲賵 .. 丕賱爻賵乇亘賵賳 貙 丕賱賲丿乇爻丞 丕賱毓賱賷丕 賱賱廿丿丕乇丞 貙 亘丕乇賷爻 貙 卮賵丕乇毓賴丕 貙 丨丕賳丕鬲 賲賵亘乇賳丕爻 貙 賵 賲賵賳賲丕乇鬲 .. 丨乇亘 丕賱噩夭丕卅乇 貙 丕賱廿丨鬲賱丕賱 丕賱兀賱賲丕賳賷 賱亘丕乇賷爻 貙 丕賱丨乇亘 丕賱毓丕賱賲賷丞 丕賱兀賵賱賶 .. 賰賱賴丕 兀卮賷丕亍 賵 兀丨丿丕孬 噩毓賱鬲 賲賳 賲匕賰乇丕鬲 爻賷賲賵賳 卮丕賴丿 毓賱賶 丨賯亘丞 賲賴賲丞 賲賳 鬲丕乇賷禺 賮乇賳爻丕 賵 賲賳 鬲丕乇賷禺 賵噩丿丕賳 丕賱賮賰乇 丕賱賮賱爻賮賷 賮賷 卮賯賴 丕賱賵噩賵丿賷 .
爻賷賲賵賳 鬲丨賰賷 賰賷賮 賰丕賳 毓賱賷賴丕 兀賳 鬲丿乇爻 賰孬賷乇丕 賵 鬲鬲丨丿賶 丕賱賲噩鬲賲毓 丕賱匕賷 鬲毓賷卮 賮賷賴 賱孬亘鬲 匕丕鬲賴丕 賵 鬲禺乇噩 賲賳 賲丨賷胤賴丕 丕賱匕賷 賷賳馗乇 廿賱賷賴丕 賰亘賵噩賵丕夭賷丞 氐睾賷乇丞 賷噩亘 丌賳 鬲鬲夭賵噩 亘毓丿 丨氐賵賱賴丕 毓賱賶 丕賱亘丕賰賱賵乇賷丕 兀賵 丕賱賱賷爻丕賳爻 ..
賱賰賳 爻賷賲賵賳 兀賰賲賱鬲 丿乇丕爻鬲賴丕 賵 丨氐賱鬲 毓賱賶 丕賱賲丕爻鬲乇 賮賷 丕賱賮賱爻賮丞 貙 賵 賴賳丕賰 爻鬲鬲毓乇賮 毓賱賶 爻丕乇鬲乇 兀亘賵 丕賱賮賱爻賮丞 丕賱賵噩賵丿賷丞 ..
賲丕 賮丕噩兀賳賷 兀賷囟丕 賴賵 兀賳賴丕 亘賯賷鬲 毓匕乇丕亍 賵 賱賲 鬲噩乇亘 丕賱賯亘賱丞 貙 賵 賱廿賳鬲賴丕亍 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賱賲 鬲丨賰賷 賲卮賴丿丕 噩賳爻賷丕 賵丕丨丿丕 貙 孬賲 丕賱鬲乇亘賷丞 丕賱氐丕乇賲丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賱賯鬲賴丕 賲賳 丕賱乇丕賴亘丕鬲 賵 賲賳 賵丕賱丿賷賴丕 丕賱賱匕丕賳 賰丕賳丕 賷賲賳毓丕 毓賳賴丕 賯乇丕亍丞 亘毓囟 丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲 鬲丨鬲 亘賳匕 乇賵丕賷丕鬲 廿亘丕丨賷丞 ..
卮丿賳賷 廿賱賷賴丕 丨亘賴丕 賱賱鬲毓賱賲 賵 廿丿賲丕賳賴丕 賱賯乇丕亍. 丕賱賰鬲亘 貙 賱賲 賷賰賳 賱丿賷賴丕 丕賱禺賷丕乇 貙 廿賲丕 兀賳 鬲鬲夭賵噩 兀賵 鬲鬲毓賱賲 賰孬賷乇丕 賱鬲賴乇亘 賲賳 丕賱丨賷丕丞 丕賱乇鬲賷亘丞 貙 賵 賴匕丕 賲丕 賮毓賱鬲賴 爻賷賲賵賳 貙鬲毓賱賲鬲 賵 賱兀噩賱 丕賱毓賱賲 賮賯胤 ..
兀賳丕 兀賷囟丕 兀乇賮囟 丕賱夭賵丕噩 貙 賵 賱丕 兀毓乇賮 賱賲丕匕丕 貙 賱賰賳賷 丿丕卅賲丕 兀爻兀賱 賳賮爻賷 賲丕匕丕 亘毓丿 責 孬賲 賱丕 兀鬲禺賷賱 賳賮爻賷 兀賯丕爻賲 睾乇賮丞 賲毓 兀丨丿 賱兀爻賲毓 卮禺賷乇賴 貙 賱丕 兀賮賴賲 賱賲丕匕丕 毓賱賷賳丕 兀賳 賳乇亘胤 賲氐賷乇賳丕 丕賱丨乇 噩丿丕 亘賲氐賷乇 兀賳丕爻 丌禺乇賷賳 賵 兀賷賳 賷賰賵賳 匕賱賰 賯乇丕乇丕 丕禺鬲賷丕乇賷丕 .
鬲爻丕丐賱丕鬲 爻賷賲賵賳 賰丕賳鬲 賵噩賵丿賷丞 貙 兀毓鬲賯丿 兀賳賴丕 賲孬賱鬲 噩賷賱丕 賲賳 丕賱亘賵乇噩賵丕夭賷賷賳 丕賱賮乇賳爻賷賷賳 丕賱匕賷賳 賵噩丿賵丕 鬲乇丕賰賲丕 賮賰乇賷丕 賮賱爻賮賷丕 兀鬲丕丨 賱賴賲 鬲胤賵賷乇賴 賵 胤乇丨 丕賱爻丐丕賱 貙 賰丕賳 賱丕亘丿 賲賳 丕賱鬲睾賷賷乇 貙 丕賱賵爻胤 丕賱亘賵乇噩賵丕夭賷 丕賱賮乇賳爻賷
爻賷賲賵賳 貙 爻丕乇鬲乇 貙 賰丕賲賵 .. 丕賱爻賵乇亘賵賳 貙 丕賱賲丿乇爻丞 丕賱毓賱賷丕 賱賱廿丿丕乇丞 貙 亘丕乇賷爻 貙 卮賵丕乇毓賴丕 貙 丨丕賳丕鬲 賲賵亘乇賳丕爻 貙 賵 賲賵賳賲丕乇鬲 .. 丨乇亘 丕賱噩夭丕卅乇 貙 丕賱廿丨鬲賱丕賱 丕賱兀賱賲丕賳賷 賱亘丕乇賷爻 貙 丕賱丨乇亘 丕賱毓丕賱賲賷丞 丕賱兀賵賱賶 .. 賰賱賴丕 兀卮賷丕亍 賵 兀丨丿丕孬 噩毓賱鬲 賲賳 賲匕賰乇丕鬲 爻賷賲賵賳 卮丕賴丿 毓賱賶 丨賯亘丞 賲賴賲丞 賲賳 鬲丕乇賷禺 賮乇賳爻丕 賵 賲賳 鬲丕乇賷禺 賵噩丿丕賳 丕賱賮賰乇 丕賱賮賱爻賮賷 賮賷 卮賯賴 丕賱賵噩賵丿賷 .
April 5, 2024
Ma come si pu貌 restare identiche a come si era prima di leggere questo libro? Ho appreso un nuovo modo di guardare il mondo, l鈥檜niverso intero, in queste 370 pagine.
May 30, 2018
I have developed a crush on Simone. What an incredible woman. What a brain. Even from early childhood her intelligence shows. Her courage, her strength. I truly find her so interesting.
Also, at times, she made feel like a useless shit. I think of her struggles she had to go through to get her knowledge and independence and I have all of that for free and what have I done with my life?
But of course she also inspires a great deal.
I didn't know she was so religious actually, that came as a shock. I loved this book, a slow thinking-book. It will not be for everyone I guess. If you're not interested in philosophy and like a lot "to happen" in your books, it will probably seem a bit boring to you.
For me it was 5 star for sure. And I look forward to read more from her.
Also, at times, she made feel like a useless shit. I think of her struggles she had to go through to get her knowledge and independence and I have all of that for free and what have I done with my life?
But of course she also inspires a great deal.
I didn't know she was so religious actually, that came as a shock. I loved this book, a slow thinking-book. It will not be for everyone I guess. If you're not interested in philosophy and like a lot "to happen" in your books, it will probably seem a bit boring to you.
For me it was 5 star for sure. And I look forward to read more from her.
February 17, 2017
讴鬲丕亘 乇丕 亘乇丕蹖 亘丕乇 丿賵賲 亘賵丿 讴賴 賲蹖 禺賵丕賳丿賲 . 賵亘爻蹖丕乇 丿賯蹖賯 賵 賲賵卮讴丕賮丕賳賴 爻蹖賲賵賳 丿賵亘賵丕乇 亘賴 卮乇丨 丕丨爻丕爻丕鬲 賵 鬲賮讴乇丕鬲 賵 賵賯丕蹖毓 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖卮 倬蹖卮 丌賲丿賴 倬乇丿丕禺鬲賴 丕爻鬲
January 13, 2024
adulta, avrei ripresa in mano la mia infanzia e ne avrei fatto un capolavoro. mi sognavo come l'artefice esclusiva di me stessa e della mia propria apoteosi.
June 21, 2022
鈥� Il fatto 猫 che avevo fatta una cocente scoperta:
la bella storia che era la mia vita,
diventava falsa a mano a mano che me la raccontavo.鈥�
La memoria, si sa, non 猫 mai oggettiva.
Lo stesso ricordo pu貌 assumere diverse sfumature e che sia colpa del tempo che passa e deforma oppure del momento stesso in cui accade un episodio della vita e lo viviamo ognuno in maniera differente, beh, poco importa.
Ogni volta che decido di leggere un autobiografia sono, quindi, conscia del fatto che sto per guardare ci貌 che chi scrive ha deciso di farmi vedere.
E鈥� come se si stabilisse un patto tra autore/autrice e lettore/lettrice:
chi scrive inquadra l鈥檌mmagine che vuole mettere in risalto,
chi legge ammette il proprio voyerismo giustificandolo per passione intellettuale e ne accetta i silenzi.
Dico subito che queste memorie di Simone de Beauvoir non mi hanno particolarmente colpita.
Il fatto 猫 che il contesto di queste memorie 茅 ad una distanza siderale dal mio vissuto.
Non solo perch茅 sono nata settant鈥檃nni dopo, non solo perch茅 sono italiana e non francese ma soprattutto per il contesto famigliare di alta borghesia conservatrice.
Un鈥檌nfanzia, quella di Simone, in cui 猫 continuamente vezzeggiata ed un鈥檃dolescenza con turbamenti, ansie ed insicurezze come da manuale.
Ci貌 che 猫 pi霉 interessante 猫 la crescita intellettuale:
stimolata dal padre gi脿 dai primi anni ma coltivata egregiamente grazie ad un鈥檌ndole assolutamente famelica nei confronti del sapere.
Una brava bambina che la famiglia e la societ脿 vogliono sia una ragazza perbene:
鈥�...io mi rifiutavo, con la stessa ostinazione di quando avevo cinque anni, a prestarmi alle commedie degli adulti.鈥�
L鈥檃more, l鈥檃micizia con tutti i rimescolamenti del caso non sono il punto focale di queste pagine che va, piuttosto, rintracciato nelle connessioni con il pensiero intellettuale di una generazione che si affacciava allora sul primo dopoguerra schifata dall鈥檕ppressiva mentalit脿 reazionaria.
Gide, Valery, Claudel, Proust.
Questi i punti di riferimento, le prima fondamenta del pensiero rivoluzionario:
鈥� Borghesi come me, si sentivano come me a disagio nella loro pelle.
La guerra aveva distrutto la loro sicurezza senza strapparli alla loro classe; si rivoltavano, ma soltanto contro i loro genitori, contro la famiglia e la tradizione.
Nauseati 芦dell鈥檌mbottimento dei crani禄 cui erano stati sottoposti durante la guerra, reclamavano il diritto di guardar le cose in faccia e di chiamarle col loro nome; solo, poich茅 non avevano alcuna intenzione di far crollare la societ脿, si limitavano a studiare con minuzia i loro stati d鈥檃nimo: predicavano la 芦sincerit脿 verso se stessi禄.
Respingendo i clich茅s e i luoghi comuni, rifiutavano con disprezzo le vecchie dottrine di cui avevano constatato il fallimento, ma non tentavano di costruirne un鈥檃ltra; preferivano affermare che non bisogna mai accontentarsi di niente: esaltavano l鈥檌nquietudine.鈥�
Simone ci racconta da dove arriva ma, soprattutto, dove va.
E uno sguardo su un ambiente dove paletti e confini sono solide barriere che durante l鈥檌nfanzia danno sicurezza ma crescendo ed acquistando coscienza sono pericolosi confini da abbattere.
(Mi 猫 rimasto tra le mani un altro libro )
la bella storia che era la mia vita,
diventava falsa a mano a mano che me la raccontavo.鈥�
La memoria, si sa, non 猫 mai oggettiva.
Lo stesso ricordo pu貌 assumere diverse sfumature e che sia colpa del tempo che passa e deforma oppure del momento stesso in cui accade un episodio della vita e lo viviamo ognuno in maniera differente, beh, poco importa.
Ogni volta che decido di leggere un autobiografia sono, quindi, conscia del fatto che sto per guardare ci貌 che chi scrive ha deciso di farmi vedere.
E鈥� come se si stabilisse un patto tra autore/autrice e lettore/lettrice:
chi scrive inquadra l鈥檌mmagine che vuole mettere in risalto,
chi legge ammette il proprio voyerismo giustificandolo per passione intellettuale e ne accetta i silenzi.
Dico subito che queste memorie di Simone de Beauvoir non mi hanno particolarmente colpita.
Il fatto 猫 che il contesto di queste memorie 茅 ad una distanza siderale dal mio vissuto.
Non solo perch茅 sono nata settant鈥檃nni dopo, non solo perch茅 sono italiana e non francese ma soprattutto per il contesto famigliare di alta borghesia conservatrice.
Un鈥檌nfanzia, quella di Simone, in cui 猫 continuamente vezzeggiata ed un鈥檃dolescenza con turbamenti, ansie ed insicurezze come da manuale.
Ci貌 che 猫 pi霉 interessante 猫 la crescita intellettuale:
stimolata dal padre gi脿 dai primi anni ma coltivata egregiamente grazie ad un鈥檌ndole assolutamente famelica nei confronti del sapere.
Una brava bambina che la famiglia e la societ脿 vogliono sia una ragazza perbene:
鈥�...io mi rifiutavo, con la stessa ostinazione di quando avevo cinque anni, a prestarmi alle commedie degli adulti.鈥�
L鈥檃more, l鈥檃micizia con tutti i rimescolamenti del caso non sono il punto focale di queste pagine che va, piuttosto, rintracciato nelle connessioni con il pensiero intellettuale di una generazione che si affacciava allora sul primo dopoguerra schifata dall鈥檕ppressiva mentalit脿 reazionaria.
Gide, Valery, Claudel, Proust.
Questi i punti di riferimento, le prima fondamenta del pensiero rivoluzionario:
鈥� Borghesi come me, si sentivano come me a disagio nella loro pelle.
La guerra aveva distrutto la loro sicurezza senza strapparli alla loro classe; si rivoltavano, ma soltanto contro i loro genitori, contro la famiglia e la tradizione.
Nauseati 芦dell鈥檌mbottimento dei crani禄 cui erano stati sottoposti durante la guerra, reclamavano il diritto di guardar le cose in faccia e di chiamarle col loro nome; solo, poich茅 non avevano alcuna intenzione di far crollare la societ脿, si limitavano a studiare con minuzia i loro stati d鈥檃nimo: predicavano la 芦sincerit脿 verso se stessi禄.
Respingendo i clich茅s e i luoghi comuni, rifiutavano con disprezzo le vecchie dottrine di cui avevano constatato il fallimento, ma non tentavano di costruirne un鈥檃ltra; preferivano affermare che non bisogna mai accontentarsi di niente: esaltavano l鈥檌nquietudine.鈥�
Simone ci racconta da dove arriva ma, soprattutto, dove va.
E uno sguardo su un ambiente dove paletti e confini sono solide barriere che durante l鈥檌nfanzia danno sicurezza ma crescendo ed acquistando coscienza sono pericolosi confini da abbattere.
(Mi 猫 rimasto tra le mani un altro libro )
June 13, 2018
great great lifestory of a great great writer
December 17, 2015
Well written discourses on growing up are amazing. The clarity with which the author described her years from infancy to childhood and beyond was astonishing; it was as if the babies in Mary Poppins had retained the eloquent speech which they used to discourse with birds and other nonhuman entities. It made for some serious misunderstandings on my part at the beginning though, as I was originally very annoyed with Simone at the beginning of her life. Her tantrums and her taking of her blessed life for granted were very frustrating, at least until I realized that the way she was conveying her emotions and thought processes made her seem much older than she actually was. It was easier to forgive her then, and actually made the reasons behind her outbursts as a child fascinating instead of insufferable.
Once my annoyances with her cleared up, her life was one of the more intellectually stimulating autobiographies that I have had the pleasure of reading, to the extent that I will have to find more works by the deep thinkers of the period. I'm especially looking forward to reading Jean-Paul Sartre; the way she describes him makes me wish I had met him, and if given the chance I would gladly give my right arm in order to do so.
Many of the people she interacted with were interesting, but what shone clearest through her time with them is how it was normal for her to quickly fall in with them, discourse for a while, and then fall out just as quickly. This resonated deeply with my own experiences with others, along with the fact that she had multiple periods of stagnancy that overwhelmed her body and soul. To want for everything, yet be limited to a repeating daily life barred on all sides by both physical walls and ignorant people! There is no greater torture than this. Reading this book doesn't help my own dissatisfaction with my short term goal of settling down to a career, but it was satisfying in my long term goal of figuring out exactly what my existence is supposed to consist of.
I think there's a little too much personal reflection in here. Darn. Going back to the book, it was a heady mix of descriptive elegance and intellectual stimulation in a never ending journey of self-discovery, and Simone honed the process of its creation down to a science. Not sure if I'll ever look into any of the books that she devoured in the course of the novel, but as said previously, I definitely need to read Sartre. Someone who was described as always thinking definitely deserves some attention.
Once my annoyances with her cleared up, her life was one of the more intellectually stimulating autobiographies that I have had the pleasure of reading, to the extent that I will have to find more works by the deep thinkers of the period. I'm especially looking forward to reading Jean-Paul Sartre; the way she describes him makes me wish I had met him, and if given the chance I would gladly give my right arm in order to do so.
Many of the people she interacted with were interesting, but what shone clearest through her time with them is how it was normal for her to quickly fall in with them, discourse for a while, and then fall out just as quickly. This resonated deeply with my own experiences with others, along with the fact that she had multiple periods of stagnancy that overwhelmed her body and soul. To want for everything, yet be limited to a repeating daily life barred on all sides by both physical walls and ignorant people! There is no greater torture than this. Reading this book doesn't help my own dissatisfaction with my short term goal of settling down to a career, but it was satisfying in my long term goal of figuring out exactly what my existence is supposed to consist of.
I think there's a little too much personal reflection in here. Darn. Going back to the book, it was a heady mix of descriptive elegance and intellectual stimulation in a never ending journey of self-discovery, and Simone honed the process of its creation down to a science. Not sure if I'll ever look into any of the books that she devoured in the course of the novel, but as said previously, I definitely need to read Sartre. Someone who was described as always thinking definitely deserves some attention.
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