Another similarity is the repetition of the same first names from one generation to the next.
Another similarity is the repetition of the same first names from one generation to the next.
"He lives most gaily who knows best how to deceive himself. Ha-ha!"
- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)
A part of me wonders if the similarities in the two books might also be in part cultural, as they are both Latin Authors. I do not mean to generalize. I am sure in many ways they had very unique and different cultural experiences, but at the same time in terms of certain traditions, superstitions, Religious and Spiritual beliefs, etc... there may be some cultural similarities/commonalities which influences their writing.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
If Alba were to perpetuate the tradition of naming the women in the family after colors what name could she give her daughter?
"He lives most gaily who knows best how to deceive himself. Ha-ha!"
- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)
I am lagging behind but still reading. I am quite enjoying the chapter on Clair and her Clairvoyance. It is interesting learning more about her life and gifts, and how they are developing. Also quite amused by Nana's persistent efforts to scare Clair out of her muteness. In spite of the lack of results, she still is convinced that eventually she will be able to cure Clair that way. It does remind one of the saying about the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
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I just got to the part where Clair announces her upcoming marriage to Estaban. A part of me feels sympathetic towards her, considering that Estaban does not appear to be a very likable person. Though considering Clair's unique gifts, I am interested to see just how this marriage might turn out.
Earth-Mother hasn't given birth since the crocodile/that's why they smile, smile, smile.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe