Ernst Jünger schreibt einmal, es sei ein hoher Genuss an Hochverrat des Geistes gegen den Geist beteiligt zu sein. (E. Jünger skriver ved en anledning at det er en høy grad av nytelse å hengi seg til åndens forræderi mot ånden.) Milosz/Mandelstam
Les mer»Can you hear, you pirate, what these people say? They will pay you a tribute of whistling spears Of deadly darts and proven swords, weapons to pay you, pierce, slit and slay you in the storm of battle. The Battle of Maldon
Les mer»At vår oppgave er akkurat like stor som vårt liv, gir den et skinn av uendelighet. Aforismer.
Les mer»It is because of America, its success, its conflicts, and its symbolic importance in the world, that the question raised by Spengler is still with us: the question of Western identity. Take away America, its freedom, its optimism, its institutions, Judeo-Christian beleifs, and its educational tradition, and little would remain of the West, besides the […]
Les mer»Challenged from outside by radical islam and from within by «multiculturalism», Western societies are experiencing an acute crisis of identity. By what right do they exist, and by what achievement should they define themselves? Roger Scruton Culture Counts, Faith and Feeling in a World Besieged.
Les mer»Culture, I suggest, has a religious root and a religious meaning. This does not mean that you have to be relgious in order to be cultivated. But it does mean that the point of being cultivated cannot, in the end, be explained without reference to the nature and value of religion. That suggestion is controversial; […]
Les mer»Ja, vi elsker dette landet, som det stiger frem, furet, værbitt over vannet, med de tusen hjem. Elsker, elsker det og tenker På vår far og mor Og den saganatt som senker drømmer på vår jord. Dette landet Harald berget med sin kjemperad, dette landet Håkon verget medens Øyvind kvad; Olav på det landet malte […]
Les mer»Dyd er da sannheten fordøyet. Dyd er da menneskets vesens kjerne. Henrik Wergeland Mennesket (1845)
Les mer»To make his horror complete, Caesar, pressed to the foot of a statue by the impatient daggers of his friends, discovers among the blades and faces the face of Marcus Junius Brutus, his protegé, perhaps sin son, and ceasing to defend himself he exclaims: «You too, my son!» Shakespeare and Quevedo revive the pathetic cry. […]
Les mer»…..that apparent disorder that is in actuality the highest degree of bourgeois order. Dostoevsky in London 1862.
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