Biblioteci pe post de catwalk
De cand am terminat cartea Ioanei Parvulescu, „Intoarcere in secolul 21” – care mi-a mers, vorba unei amice, la „casa sufletului” – imi revin in minte doua citate. Unul al ei – „Visez la clipa cand cartea buna va ajunge in vitrinele magazinelor de moda…” – si al doilea al lui Borges – „Intotdeauna mi-am imaginat Paradisul ca un fel de biblioteca”.
Eh, eu ca o tocilara ce am fost si actuala proud bookworm, mi-am gasit de treaba: am cautat fotografii in care moda, femeile si imbracamintea sa stea alaturi de carti. Nu stiu cat de glamorous e cititul, dar sigur te infrumuseteaza mai mult decat orice crema sau masaj.
Va plac fotografiile?
„These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves. From each of them goes out its own voice… and just as the touch of a button on our set will fill the room with music, so by taking down one of these volumes and opening it, one can call into range the voice of a man far distant in time and space, and hear him speaking to us, mind to mind, heart to heart.”
„The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.”
„The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.”
„There are books so alive that you’re always afraid that while you weren’t reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book? „
„Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled „This could change your life.”
“A well-composed book is a magic carpet on which we are wafted to a world that we cannot enter in any other way”
“You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.”
“We shouldn’t teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.”
„When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.”
PS: Caut o alta carte scrisa de aceeasi autoare, Viata incepe vineri. Nu am gasit-o in nici o librarie. Daca o vedeti undeva, va rog dati-mi un semn. Multam tare fain!