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Le vieillard, soudain, s’anima. Ses yeux éteints brillèrent d’un feu dur et sa voix se fit plus aiguë. — Nous mourrons tous, s’écria-t-il, jusqu’au dernier plutôt que de laisser toucher à nos coutumes. Et puis, nous ne sommes pas des esclaves, liés à une terre ou à des murs. Nous pouvons plier nos tentes et partir, mais nos guerriers sauront
... See moreJoseph Kessel • En Syrie (French Edition)
Darrow says of refugee Reds living in Tinos:
... See moreI stare down at the city, unable to find the words I need to say. I feel like a prisoner who spent his whole life digging through the wall, only to break through and find he’s only dug into another cell. Except there will always be another cell. And another. And another. These people are not living. They
I am tired of hearing the officers say that we are ever closer to victory, and that the end of the war is in reach. Don’t they understand that we are rising up only to fall?”
Benjamin Labatut • When We Cease to Understand the World
Ces salauds-là, ils ont tout gâché, gueulait-il. Ils ont foutu toutes nos communications en l'air. Nos gars sont paumés dans la nature. Si c'est pas malheureux de voir ça ! C'est tout juste s'il ne maudissait pas le débarquement. Bien des années plus tard, il se renfrognait encore lorsqu'on mentionnait devant lui l'arrivée des Alliés. Je crois
... See moreRomain Gary • Les cerfs-volants (French Edition)
Beyond Egypt, almost all of the other countries and powers of the second millennium BC in the Aegean and Near East—those that had been present during the golden years of what we now call the Late Bronze Age—withered and disappeared, either immediately or within less than a century. In the end, it was as if civilization itself had been wiped away in
... See moreEric H. Cline • 1177 B.C.
voilà comment une civilisation meurt, sans tracas, sans dangers ni sans drames et avec très peu de carnage, une civilisation meurt juste par lassitude, par dégoût d’elle-même,
Michel Houellebecq • Sérotonine (French Edition)
but the tide of people eventually surged past the police line and poured toward the living Bolívar at the foot of the statue. Rey Diaz held up his hands, and, with tears in his eyes, called out to the crowd in a voice dripping with emotion, “Ah, my people!” The first stone thrown by his people struck him on his outstretched left hand, the second
... See moreCixin Liu • The Dark Forest (The Three-Body Problem Series Book 2)
“a town partly destroyed by fire and deserted in haste.” Here, sometime around or after 1200 BC, “loose objects were left abandoned in the courtyards and valuables were hidden in the ground. Bronze arrowheads—one of them found stuck in the side of a wall of a building—and numerous lead sling bullets scattered all over the place are eloquent proof
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