Our DÚ Danann form has passed with time, But still we love music and still we love wine. (c)
У Эдгара Алана По есть рассказ "Человек толпы"... О потере индивидуальности, лица в толпе..
Толпа бездонная, бескрайняя, всепоглощающая...
Она способна съесть вашу индивидуальность с потрохами.
И одновременно она легко читается..
А вот человек, ставший как толпа, потерявший себя, не читаем...
Толпа темна по сути своей...
And, as the shades of the second evening came on, I grew wearied unto death, and, stopping fully in front of the wanderer, gazed at him steadfastly in the face. He noticed me not, but resumed his solemn walk, while I, ceasing to follow, remained absorbed in contemplation. 'This old man,' I said at length, 'is the type and the genius of deep crime. He refuses to be alone. He is the man of the crowd. It will be in vain to follow; for I shall learn no more of him, nor of his deeds. The worst heart of the world is a grosser book than the Hortulus Animae, and perhaps it is but one of the great mercies of God that es lasst sich nicht lesen.' (E.A. Poe "The Man of the Crowd")
Толпа бездонная, бескрайняя, всепоглощающая...
Она способна съесть вашу индивидуальность с потрохами.
И одновременно она легко читается..
А вот человек, ставший как толпа, потерявший себя, не читаем...
Толпа темна по сути своей...
And, as the shades of the second evening came on, I grew wearied unto death, and, stopping fully in front of the wanderer, gazed at him steadfastly in the face. He noticed me not, but resumed his solemn walk, while I, ceasing to follow, remained absorbed in contemplation. 'This old man,' I said at length, 'is the type and the genius of deep crime. He refuses to be alone. He is the man of the crowd. It will be in vain to follow; for I shall learn no more of him, nor of his deeds. The worst heart of the world is a grosser book than the Hortulus Animae, and perhaps it is but one of the great mercies of God that es lasst sich nicht lesen.' (E.A. Poe "The Man of the Crowd")