Now he would have liked a girl if she had come to him and not wanted to talk. But here at home it was all too complicated. He knew he could never go through it all again. It was not worth the trouble. That was the thing about French and German girls. There was notContinue reading “RKS American Literature: Disconnection of a U.S. Marine Returning Home to Oklahoma: Not Wanting to Come Home”
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RKS Travel (Travels in Greece): Exhausting Living in a New Country
The first month in a new country is an exhausting one; every object, every face, every incident comes at you the size of faces on a giant screen. You are exhausted from paying attention, and even sleep is sleepless because the magnified days, the fifty foot words, the towering new conventions insist their way intoContinue reading “RKS Travel (Travels in Greece): Exhausting Living in a New Country”
RKS American Literature: Disconnection of a U.S. Marine Returning Home to Oklahoma: Home Too Late in the Summer of 1919
By the time Krebs returned to his home town in Oklahoma the greeting of heroes was over. He came home much too late. The men from the town who had been drafted had been welcomed elaborately on their return. There had been a great deal of hysteria. Now the reaction had set in. People seemedContinue reading “RKS American Literature: Disconnection of a U.S. Marine Returning Home to Oklahoma: Home Too Late in the Summer of 1919”
RKS American Literature: An Elusive Love Lost Forever (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
“The dream was gone. Something had been taken from him. In a sort of panic he pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes and tried to bring up a picture of the waters lapping on Sherry Island and the moonlit veranda, and gingham on the golf-links and the dry sun and the goldContinue reading “RKS American Literature: An Elusive Love Lost Forever (F. Scott Fitzgerald)”
RKS Travel (Travels in Greece): The American Author’s First Day in Her Athenian Apartment: A Welcoming Plate of Pastries from Neighbour
I look down at the plate-I have never seen any confections in these shapes before, and I can’t anticipate the flavour of any of them. There is one in quadrants like a pastry kite, another like a ridged sausage, another like a piece of fried lace. I might as well be living on the moon.Continue reading “RKS Travel (Travels in Greece): The American Author’s First Day in Her Athenian Apartment: A Welcoming Plate of Pastries from Neighbour”
RKS POLISH Literature: Polish Peasant Lust (Władysław Reymont)
They shot glances at each other constantly, eyes shining like scorching forks of mute lightning, while their lips dashed against each other with the force of thunderbolts and with such hungry, ravenous passion they reeled in stupor, gasping for breath, a wonder that their hearts didn’t burst. The ground caved beneath their feet, they fellContinue reading “RKS POLISH Literature: Polish Peasant Lust (Władysław Reymont)”
RKS POLISH Literature: The Bear Tamer Arrives in the Polish Peasant Village (Władysław Reymont)
The bear-tamer praised God in greeting, then crowed like a cockerel, bleated like a sheep, neighed like a fiery stallion and proclaimed: ‘Bear-tamers are we from a distant land, across the wide sea, from beyond the great forest. Where people walk upside down, where fences are made of sausages and where they cool themselves byContinue reading “RKS POLISH Literature: The Bear Tamer Arrives in the Polish Peasant Village (Władysław Reymont)”
RKS POLISH Literature: Poverty, Hunger, Neglect but Betrayal! (Władysław Reymont)
It was not the poverty or the neglect, the frequent hunger, so that there was barely enough for the children. Nor was it that Antek sat drinking in the inn with his chums, caring nothing for home, sneaking into the cottage like a stray dog and reaching for his stick at any hint of reproach.Continue reading “RKS POLISH Literature: Poverty, Hunger, Neglect but Betrayal! (Władysław Reymont)”
RKS POLISH Literature: The Iron Grip of Necessity (Władysław Reymont)
True, when necessity gets a hold on you, there is no slipping out of its grasp, my friend, oh no! Władysław Reymont, “The Peasants”, 1909
RKS British Literature: SAVAGERY AND CIVILIZATION (Joseph Conrad)
Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings. The courage, the composure, the confidence; the emotions and principles; every great and insignificant thought belongs not to the individual but to the crowd thatContinue reading “RKS British Literature: SAVAGERY AND CIVILIZATION (Joseph Conrad)”
