Random Acts of Kindness

"Und ich erschrak in diesem Augenblick bei dem Gedanken, ich könnte sterben und all das Unglaubliche, das Wirklichkeit geworden war, alles könne dahingehen...
Und mich überkam der Wunsch, alles aufzuschreiben, so wie es gewesen war, damit die anderen Menschen es lesen konnten, doch auf eine Weise, die ich "das Malen aller dieser Bilder" nenne..."

"And I was alarmed at this moment by the thought, I could die and all the impossible, that had become reality, everything would be gone...
And I was overcome by the wish to write down everything like it had been for the other people to read, but in a way that I term "the painting of all these pictures"..."

Bohumil Hrabal, Ich habe dem englischen König gedient/ I served the King of England

Espérance

Let it happen

"So circle and spiral correspond in my profession, and the progressus ad futurum connects with the regressus ad originem, and  I experience it all as tangent, and I, because I am erudite against my will and therefore luckless lucky (alternatively hapless happy - I cannot decide which is the better translation from of the German "glücklos glücklich"), I start believing that the progressus ad futurum and the regressus ad originem are one and the same." - Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude (my translation from the German translation ;)!)

Doobidoo

I'm just at the beginnig but already there are brilliant thoughts and images: Classic literature is not threatened by political ideologies or a regime as much as it is neglected by the indifference of the throwaway society. At no point it is indicated that people are forced to hand in their books, providing Hanta with the opportunity of reading them.
Then there are the mice who are happy because they have got no recollection. From time to time they seem to notice the screams of their fellow mice, who happen to end up in Hanta's compactor, but then again they do not bother for they forget instantly. Too Loud a Solitude