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" The trails of light which they [moths] seemed to leave behind them in all kinds of curlicues and streamers and spirals..., did not really exist, explained Alphonso, but were merely phantom tracks created by the sluggish reaction of the human eye ,appearing to see a certain afterglow in the place from which the insect itself, shining for only the fraction of a second in the lamplight, had already gone. It was such unreal phenomena, said Alphonso, the sudden incursion of unreality into the real world, certain effects of light in the landscape spread out before us, or in the eye of a beloved person, that kindled our deepest feelings, or at least what we took for them. "
― W.G. Sebald , Austerlitz
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" Op de voorgrond, dicht bij de rechterhand van het schilderij, is een dame ten val gekomen. Ze draagt en kanariegele jurk; de cavalier die zich bezorgd over haar heen buigt een rode, in het vale licht zeer opvallende broek. Als ik nu naar die rivier kijk, zei Austerlitz, en aan dat schilderij met zijn kleine figuurtjes denk, heb ik het gevoel dat het door Lucas van Valckenborch weergegeven ogenblik nooit voorbij is gegaan, dat de kanariegele dame pas zojuist is gevallen of bewusteloos geraakt, dat haar zwartfluwelen muts net pas naast haar hoofd is gerold, dat het kleine ongeluk waaraan de meeste beschouwers ongetwijfeld voorbijzien, telkens opnieuw gebeurt, dat het nooit meer ophoudt en door niets en niemand meer goed te maken valt. "
― W.G. Sebald , Austerlitz
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" Unlike Elias, who always connected illness and death with tribulations, just punishment, and guilt, Evan told tales of the dead who had been struck down by fate untimely, who knew they had been cheated of what was due to them and tried to return to life. If you had an eye for them they were to be seen quite often, said Evan. At first glance they seemed to be normal people, but when you looked more closely their faces would blur or flicker slightly at the edges. And they were usually a little shorter than they had been in life, for the experience of death, said Evan, diminishes us, just as a piece of linen shrinks when you first wash it. "
― W.G. Sebald , Austerlitz
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" Fue también decisivo para mis progresos en el colegio el que nunca considerase estudiar y leer como una carga. Muy al contrario, encerrado, como había estado hasta entonces, en la Biblia galesa y las homilías, me parecía ahora como si al pasar cada página se abriera otra puerta. Leía todo lo que ofrecía la biblioteca del colegio, formada de un modo totalmente arbitrario, y lo que conseguía prestado de mis profesores, libros de geografía y de historia, relatos de viajes, novelas y biografías, y me quedaba hasta la noche ante libros de consulta y atlas. Poco a poco surgió así en mi cabeza una especie de paisaje ideal, en el que el desierto arábigo, el imperio azteca, el continente antártico, los Alpes nevados, el Paso del Noroeste, la corriente del Congo y la península de Crimea formaban un solo panorama, poblado de todas las figuras correspondientes. Como en cualquier momento que quisiera, en la clase de latín lo mismo que durante el servicio religioso o en los ilimitados fines de semana, podía imaginarme en ese mundo, nunca caí en las depresiones que padecían tantos en Stower Grange. "
― W.G. Sebald , Austerlitz
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" When they crossed the bridge and their armored cars were rolling up the Narodni a profound silence fell over the city. People turned away, and from that moment they walked more slowly, like somnambulists, as if they no longer knew where they were going. What particularly upset us, so Vera remarked, said Austerlitz, was the instant change to driving on the right. It often made my heart miss a beat, she said, when I saw a car racing down the road on the wrong side, since it inevitably made me think that from now on we must live in a world turned upside down. "
― W.G. Sebald , Austerlitz
