These people instilled hardiness and hope in all who came after, giving England the strength to endure and survive all that it has.
I visited many countries. I lived thousands of years of history. I walked with peasants and kings, saints and tyrants.
Japan’s an interesting place with an interesting people who have taken and incorporated the best of Western society into their country.
This book catches a glimpse of Japanese court life in the 11th century that we’d never see otherwise, a look at the morals and values of a culture so far removed from Western thought.
While there are undeniably elements about the otherworldly in this book, it’s based in nothing more or less magical than the human soul.
What I’ve really seen is that a country who doesn’t learn from her mistakes is bound to repeat them, and Russia seems to be on the verge of repeating them.
This book is one of those that needs to be read because the suffering of the people needs to be remembered. And although it ends sadly, there’s too much triumph of the soul for it to be sad.
This is one of those snow-tipped fairytales that feature in my winter dreams, effortlessly combining magic, history, and the northern reaches of Russia where the winters are long, the forests are primeval, and life is enchanted.
Poland is an embodiment of the indomitability of the human spirit.
The Poles are a surprisingly resilient people, weathering adversity and powering through the storms of history.
I didn’t see this book as a failure of the class system, I saw it as a triumph over it.
The enmity between Germany and Poland and Russia and Poland isn’t a 20th century thing. It’s been going on for centuries.