work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7379,"","Reading Katrin Pahl, Tropes of Transport: Hegel and Emotion (Northwestern UP, 2012), p. 235n.",2013-04-22 16:27:18 UTC," WALLENSTEIN (stops and turns himself round).
Are ye not like the women, who forever
Only recur to their first word, although
One had been talking reason by the hour!
Know, that the human being's thoughts and deeds
Are not like ocean billows, blindly moved.
The inner world, his microcosmus, is
The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally.
They grow by certain laws, like the tree's fruit--
No juggling chance can metamorphose them.
Have I the human kernel first examined?
Then I know, too, the future will and action.
(II.iii)
[Wallenstein. (bleibt stehen und kehrt sich um)
Seid ihr nicht wie die Weiber, die beständig
Zurück nur kommen auf ihr erstes Wort,
Wenn man Vernunft gesprochen stundenlang!
—Des Menschen Taten und Gedanken, wißt!
Sind nicht wie Meeres blind bewegte Wellen.
Die innre Welt, sein Mikrokosmus, ist
Der tiefe Schacht, aus dem sie ewig quellen.
Sie sind notwendig, wie des Baumes Frucht,
Sie kann der Zufall gaukelnd nicht verwandeln.
Hab ich des Menschen Kern erst untersucht,
So weiß ich auch sein Wollen und sein Handeln.
]",,20134,"","""The inner world, his microcosmus, is / The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally.""","",2013-04-22 16:27:47 UTC,"Act II, scene iii"
5494,"",Searching in LION,2013-08-16 21:00:17 UTC,"NORTHAMPTON.
Wisely, you call on rage for its assistance;
Justice would be too slow for your revenge,
And conscience bids us give it up for ever!
But what is conscience?--a thin empty name,
That terrifies, like ghosts, by fancy rais'd.
Ev'n the most brave use stratagems in war;
And what are plots against a private foe,
But self-defence?--the first great rule of nature!
(I.i, p. 122)",,22236,"","""But what is conscience?--a thin empty name, / That terrifies, like ghosts, by fancy rais'd.""","",2013-08-16 21:00:17 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 21:53:06 UTC,"NORTHAMPTON.
Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds,
Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!
Shame on your softness--where's the soul of Somerset?
Where's that fierce fire which us'd to kindle in you,
And sparkle, from your eyes, in fierce resentment?
What! all extinguish'd?
(III.i, p. 149)",,22243,"","""Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds, / Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!""","",2013-08-16 21:53:06 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 21:57:05 UTC,"CLEORA.
How I disdain thee!--yes, I scorn thee!--hate thee!
Thou, who cou'dst stoop to expose a woman's weakness!
To taint her fame, and blast her to the world!--
All my fierce passions rise with that reflection,
Inward they rage--a winding train takes fire,
The flashy blaze runs swift thro' ev'ry vein,
And my brain splits with agony!
(III.i, p. 154)",,22246,"","""All my fierce passions rise with that reflection, / Inward they rage--a winding train takes fire, / The flashy blaze runs swift thro' ev'ry vein, / And my brain splits with agony!""","",2013-08-16 21:57:05 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:22:50 UTC,"SOMERSET.
Talk not of peace! 'tis gone! 'tis fled with honour!
Honour, once lost, can never be retriev'd!
My thoughts are furies all!--and turn upon me!
I feel their whips!--They lash me with remorse!
My brain grows hot!--Hell glows in my mad bosom!
(V.i, p. 172)",,22251,"","""My thoughts are furies all!--and turn upon me! / I feel their whips!--They lash me with remorse! / My brain grows hot!--Hell glows in my mad bosom!""",Inhabitants,2013-08-16 22:23:01 UTC,"Act V, scene i"