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she alone was close to him when he was thinking

She told herself that she would not contact him, that February in 1950, but the minute she reached Freiburg she picked up the phone. Within hours he was at the hotel. Two days later she wrote to him,

When the waiter announced your name it was as though time had stopped. Then, in a flash, I bec…

—p.106 The End of The Novel of Love Hannah Arendt and Martin Heidegger (103) by Vivian Gornick
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the story of Hannah Arendt and Martin Heidegger

What it comes down to is this. If you don't understand your feelings, you're pulled around by them all your life. If you understand but are unable to integrate them, you're destined for years of pain. If you deny and despise their power, you are lost. This is what the great characters in Hardy and …

—p.105 Hannah Arendt and Martin Heidegger (103) by Vivian Gornick
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at all times one's life is worth having

In 1925 Woolf and Rhys seemed sophisticated, Cather an American provincial. When Jean Rhys wrote "he left me all smashed up," she meant, "life and history inevitably leave one all smashed up." Cather, on the other hand, wrote as one who saw herself pitted against the elements in a fair fight, and t…

—p.102 Willa Cather (83) by Vivian Gornick
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in pursuit of the deepest self there is glory advice/living

Still later, Fred Ottenburg, the rich man who loves her but, like all the men in this book, wants Thea to have her life, says to her,

Don't you know most of the people in the world are not individuals at all? . . . A lot of girls go to boarding-school together, come out the same season, dance …

—p.94 Willa Cather (83) by Vivian Gornick
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the drive was gathering

But against the fear and the anxiety, the drive was gathering. Slowly, there accumulated in her the compulsion to write out of the experience of her inner life. To discover for herself what it was she knew about human beings, really knew, and to spend her life exploring that territory. What would h…

—p.88 Willa Cather (83) by Vivian Gornick