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Cesare Pavese, (1947), Foreword in Dialogues with Leucò, Translated by William Arrowsmith and D. S. Carne-Ross, Designed by Quentin Fiore, University of Michigan Press, Ann Arbor, MI, 1965
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Cesare Pavese, (1947), Foreword in Dialogues with Leucò, Translated by William Arrowsmith and D. S. Carne-Ross, Designed by Quentin Fiore, University of Michigan Press, Ann Arbor, MI, 1965
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"At present the universities are as uncongenial to teaching as the Mojave Desert to a clutch of Druid priests. If you want to restore a Druid priesthood, you cannot do it by offering prizes for Druid-of-the Year. If you want Druids, you must grow forests."
(William Arrowsmith,”The Future of Teaching”)
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Euripides, Heracles translated by William Arrowsmith
Cesare Pavese, Dialogues with Leucò, tr. by William Arrowsmith and D.S. Carne-Ross
Waiting Strange that so much time has passed since the announcement of the Big Bang--supposing that so much time and such news ever existed. We've read about it in books: fire doesn't spare them and even our echo will be barely audible. I wait for some change in myself to reassure me. I wait to be told what my name conceals. I wait with the confidence of not knowing since he who knows forgets even the fact of having been alive.
Eugenio Montale, “Waiting”