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# Dies iræ

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Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla
Teste David cum Sibylla

Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando Judex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus!

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulchra regionum
Coget omnes ante thronum

Mors stupebit et natura
Cum resurget creatura
Judicanti responsura

Liber scriptus proferetur
In quo totum continetur
Unde mundus judicetur

Judex ergo cum sedebit
Quidquid latet apparebit:
Nil inultum remanebit

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus
Cum vix justus sit securus?


Rex tremendæ majestatis
Qui salvandos salvas gratis
Salva me, fons pietatis

Recordare, Jesu pie
Quod sum causa tuæ viæ:
Ne me perdas illa die

Quærens me, sedisti lassus:
Redemisti Crucem passus:
Tantus labor non sit cassus

Juste Judex ultionis
Donum fac remissionis
Ante diem rationis

Ingemisco, tamquam reus:
Culpa rubet vultus meus:
Supplicanti parce, Deus

Qui Mariam absolvisti
Et latronem exaudisti
Mihi quoque spem dedisti

Preces meæ non sunt dignæ;
Sed tu bonus fac benigne
Ne perenni cremer igne


Inter oves locum præsta
Et ab hædis me sequestra
Statuens in parte dextra

Confutatis maledictis
Flammis acribus addictis
Voca me cum benedictis

Oro supplex et acclinis
Cor contritum quasi cinis
Gere curam mei finis

Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus
Huic ergo parce, Deus.

Pie Jesu Domine
Dona eis requiem. Amen
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Dies Irae

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# The Hollow Man

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 We are the hollow men
 We are the stuffed men
 Leaning together
 Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
 Our dried voices, when
 We whisper together
 Are quiet and meaningless
 As wind in dry grass
 Or rats' feet over broken glass
 In our dry cellar
 
 Shape without form, shade without colour,
 Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
 
 Those who have crossed
 With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
 Remember us-if at all-not as lost
 Violent souls, but only
 As the hollow men
 The stuffed men.


 -- T.S. Elliot

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The Hollow Man (TS Elliot)

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# Michael Gambon (1940-2023)

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Inspector Maigret and also the Storyteller (Greek Myths) has left us.

Michael Gambon

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 Sherlock Holmes and DCI Adam Dalgliesh (Roy Marsden).
 
 

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[last lines] 

Sherlock Holmes : What is the meaning of it, Watson?
What is the object of this circle of misery and violence and fear?
It must have a purpose. Or our universe has no meaning and that is unthinkable.
But what purpose?

[pause] 

Sherlock Holmes : That...

[pause] 

Sherlock Holmes : is humanity's great problem to which reason, so far, has no answer.
 

-- Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Jeremy Brett
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Jeremy Brett - Sherlock Holmes

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VI
Under bare Ben Bulben's head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid, 
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago; a church stands near,
By the road an ancient Cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase, 
On limestone quarried near the spot 
By his command these words are cut:

 

 "Cast a cold eye 
 On life, on death. 
 Horseman, pass by!"


 
 
-- Under Ben Bulben, William B. Yeats
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Under Ben Bulben

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## Mephisto will come
### and Mephisto will go.. 

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Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
And then thou must be damn'd perpetually!
Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven,
That time may cease, and midnight never come;
Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make
Perpetual day; or let this hour be but
A year, a month, a week, a natural day.

O lente, lente, currite, noctis equi!
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike,
The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd.
O, I'll leap up to my God! Who pulls me down?
See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament!
One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah, my Christ.

No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer
That hath deprived thee of the joys of Heaven.
Oh, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air,
Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell!
O soul, be chang'd into little water-drops
And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found.
My God, my God, look not so fierce on me.
Adders and serpents, let me breathe awhile.
Ugly hell, gape not, come not, Lucifer!
I'll burn my books!—ah, Mephistopheles!


-- Dr Faustus, Christopher Marlowe
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Mephisto

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[...]
Forests, old as the world itself, meadows, plains,
strange delicate flowers, immense solitudes.
And all nature new to art.
All ours. Mine. Gone. 
A paradise lost.

-- The Madness of King George III
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The Madness of King George

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### No man is an island,

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 Entire of itself,
 Every man is a piece of the continent,
 A part of the main.
 If a clod be washed away by the sea,
 Europe is the less.
 As well as if a promontory were.
 As well as if a manor of thy friend's
 Or of thine own were:
 Any man's death diminishes me,
 Because I am involved in mankind,
 And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
 It tolls for thee.

 -- John Donne
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No man is an island

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# The Hollow Man

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 Between the idea
 And the reality
 Between the motion
 And the act
 Falls the Shadow
 
 Between the conception
 And the creation
 Between the emotion
 And the response
 Falls the Shadow
 
 Between the desire
 And the spasm
 Between the potency
 And the existence
 Between the essence
 And the descent
 Falls the Shadow
 
 For Thine is
 Life is
 For Thine is the

 -- T.S. Elliot (The Hollow Men)

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The Hollow Man (Shadow)

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# Symptom of the Universe

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Take me through the centuries to supersonic years
Electrifying enemy is drowning in his tears
All I have to give you is a love that never dies
The symptom of the universe is written in your eyes

Mother moon she's calling me back to her silver womb
Father of creation takes me from my stolen tomb
Seven hundredth unicorn is waiting in the skies
A symptom of the universe, a love that never dies

Take my hand, my child of love come step inside my tears
Swim the magic ocean I've been crying all these years
With our love we'll ride away into eternal skies
A symptom of the universe, a love that never dies

Woman child of love's creation, come and step inside my dreams
In your eyes I see no sadness, you are all that loving means
Take my hand and we'll go riding through the sunshine from above
We'll find happiness together in the summer skies of love

Symptom of the Universe - Black Sabbath
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Armando Marques

Teoria da Solidão