Last words moments before he died.
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Upon which path did I tread
So I return, all else I dread;
From Beloved being apart
In the creed of Love is being misled.
If I find another in the whole town
Ain’t but a sign pointing to the Beloved.
I said this is no easy path
In each step a thousand traps spread

آن ره که من آمدم کدامست ای دل
تا باز روم که کار خامست ای دل
در هر گامی هزار دامست ای دل
نامردان را عشق حرامست ای دل
اندر همه شهر اگر کسی هست
والله که اشارتی تمامست
گفتم که مگر رهیست آسان
در هر قدمی هزار دامست

✍مولوی
#مولوی #نویسنده #شعر #ادبیات

📚To Have and Have Not is a novel by Ernest Hemingway published in 1937 by Charles Scribner's Sons. The book follows Harry Morgan, a fishing boat captain out of Key West, Florida. To Have and Have Not was Hemingway's second novel set in the United States, after The Torrents of Spring. 

✍ Ernest Hemingway
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📝 Analysis;

💭To Have and Have Not, minor novel by Ernest Hemingway, published in 1937. Set in and near Key West, Florida, the novel is about a cynical boat owner whose concern for his rum-soaked sidekick and love for a reckless woman lead him to risk everything to aid gunrunners in a noble cause.

💭The Power of Social Class. The entirety of Hemingway's fragmented story explores the disparity between those who “Have” and those who “Have Not,” ultimately revealing that wealth gives one a certain sense of power that nothing can take away.

💭Featuring Hemingway's classic minimalism, the novel offers both the story of Harry Morgan, a man trying to support his family during the Great Depression, and a social commentary on the dynamics between the privileged (the “Haves”) and the not-so-fortunate (the “Have Nots”) during that time period.

💭Hemingway's philosophy is an absurd one, “through this philosophy the individual distinguishes that life must be lived with fervor, passion, lucidity and purpose since death may come at any moment” (Kierkegaard, 1993).Bahman 25, 1394 AP

💭Human dignity, morality, and the formation of human individuality through mental strife and the struggle against nature are often themes of Hemingway.

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📚 داشتن و نداشتن 

▫️ رمانی از نویسنده آمریکایی ارنست همینگوی است. این رمان در سال ۱۹۳۷ نوشته شده‌ است.

▫️داستان رمان داشتن و نداشتن، اثر ارنست همینگوی، در سال ۱۹۳۷ انتشار یافت. داشتن و نداشتن، داستان یک ناخدای قایق ماهیگیری به نام هری مورگان در فلوریدا را روایت می‌کند. رمان، هری را ذاتاً شخصیت خوبی معرفی می‌کند که به خاطر شرایط سخت اقتصادی که خارج از کنترل او هستند، مجبور به ورود به بازار سیاه و جابه‌جا کردن کالای قاچاق بین کوبا و فلوریدا شده‌است. یکی از مشتریان ثروتمند هری، دستمزد یک سفر ماهیگیری سه هفته ای را به او پرداخت نکرده و او را در شرایط بسیار بدی قرار می‌دهد. پس از این اتفاق، هری با انتخابی سرنوشت ساز، تصمیم می‌گیرد که برای تأمین مخارج خانواده اش، مهاجرین چینی را به صورت قاچاق و غیرقانونی از کوبا به فلوریدا انتقال دهد. او سپس شروع به عبور انواع مختلفی از بارهای غیرقانونی [از الکل گرفته تا انقلابی‌های کوبا] بین دو کشور می‌کند. داشتن و نداشتن، با جزئیات و داستانی بسیار ملموس و واقعی، و دارا بودن یکی از ظریف‌ترین و تکان دهنده‌ترین ارتباطات انسانی در آثار همینگوی، به عنوان یکی از برترین آثار ادبی در تمامی اعصار، خود را معرفی می‌کند.

#نویسنده #داستان #ادبیاتانگلیسی

🔹Ernest Miller Hemingway was an American novelist, short-story writer, journalist, and sportsman. His economical and understated style—which he termed the iceberg theory—had a strong influence on 20th-century fiction, while his adventurous lifestyle and his public image brought him admiration from later generations.

🔹ارنست همینگوی از نویسندگان برجستهٔ معاصر ایالات متحده آمریکا و برندهٔ جایزه نوبل ادبیات است. وی از پایه‌گذاران یکی از تأثیرگذارترین انواع ادبی، موسوم به «وقایع‌نگاری ادبی» شناخته می‌شود. از مطرح‌ترین کتاب‌های همینگوی می‌توان به پیرمرد و دریا اشاره کرد.
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👑 phrases;

🌂 He's all bark and no bite! 🫥
/هیز اُل باک اند نُ بایت/
☂️ طبل توخالی است!
🌂 Bite the bullet! 😬
/بایت د بُلِت/
☂ دندان روی جگر گذاشتن!
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▫️Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

▫️شادی در میان مردم هوشمند نادرترین چیزی است که من می شناسم.

✍ارنست همینگوی
#quote

🎼 Take a moment to breathe
🎧 Normal the kid

🤍Take a moment to breathe
To breathe
I don't want you to leave
To leave me
يه لحظه صبر كن و نفس بكش
نميخوام برى، نميخوام منو ترك كنى

💛I can't lie, I hate my life
Sometimes I wish I'd caught your eye
A different way, a different night
So I don't have to see you cry
نميتونم دروغ بگم، از زندگيم متنفرم
گاهى وقتها آرزو ميكنم كاش چشمات رو  ميگرفتم
يه جور ديگه، يه شب ديگه
كه ديگه مجبور نبودم اشك هات رو ببينم

🤍Lay beside me
I need to feel your touch
It might hurt sometimes
But we're too deep in love
Can you hold me?
I can't hear my cries
كنارم دراز بكش
نياز دارم تو رو حس كنم
شايد بعضى وقتها دردناك باشه
اما ما عميقا عاشق هم هستيم
ميتونى منو در آغوش بگيرى؟
ديگه صداى گريه هامو نميشنوم

#متن_موزيك

📚"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", commonly known as "Prufrock", is the first professionally published poem by American-born British poet T. S. Eliot. Eliot began writing "Prufrock" in February 1910, and it was first published in the June 1915 issue of Poetry: A Magazine of Verse at the instigation of Ezra Pound. 

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📚The Love Song Of J Alfred prufrok

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
               So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
               And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
               And should I then presume?
               
And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!....

✍ T.S.ELIOT'S

📚The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

▫️‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ is today considered one of T.S. Eliot’s most important contributions to modernism.
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