“My time will come!” I told myself. “It cannot be, for someone to cast forth pearls of eternal wisdom left and right, day and night, till the mind is blinded by the surging Light of Final Understanding—and nothing! No, fame will be mine, acclaim will be mine, thrones of ivory, the title of Prime Mentorian, the love of the people, sweet solace in a shaded grove, my very own school, pupils that hang on every word, and a cheering crowd!” [“The Cyberiad”]
“My time will come!” I told myself. “It cannot be, for someone to cast forth pearls of eternal wisdom left and right, day and night, till the mind is blinded by the surging Light of Final Understanding—and nothing! No, fame will be mine, acclaim will be mine, thrones of ivory, the title of Prime Mentorian, the love of the people, sweet solace in a shaded grove, my very own school, pupils that hang on every word, and a cheering crowd!” [“The Cyberiad”]
“My time will come!” I told myself. “It cannot be, for someone to cast forth pearls of eternal wisdom left and right, day and night, till the mind is blinded by the surging Light of Final Understanding—and nothing! No, fame will be mine, acclaim will be mine, thrones of ivory, the title of Prime Mentorian, the love of the people, sweet solace in a shaded grove, my very own school, pupils that hang on every word, and a cheering crowd!” [“The Cyberiad”]
DE: Wenn man ein geliebtes Wesen doublieren kann, gibt es keine geliebten Wesen mehr, sondern einen Hohn auf die Liebe. [“Sterntagebüchern”]
EL: Όταν είναι δυνατόν να βγάλεις αντίγραφο του αγαπημένου σου, δεν υπάρχει πια αγαπημένος, υπάρχει μόνον μια παρωδία του έρωτα. [“Τα ημερολόγια των άστρων”]
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DE: Wenn man ein geliebtes Wesen doublieren kann, gibt es keine geliebten Wesen mehr, sondern einen Hohn auf die Liebe. [“Sterntagebüchern”]
EL: Όταν είναι δυνατόν να βγάλεις αντίγραφο του αγαπημένου σου, δεν υπάρχει πια αγαπημένος, υπάρχει μόνον μια παρωδία του έρωτα. [“Τα ημερολόγια των άστρων”]