"The Name of the Rose"

[fiefoe]

Adso, now & then:

• Now I know why Dolcino was in error: the order of things must not be transformed, even if we must fervently hope for its transformation.
• Truth is indivisible, it shines with its own transparency and does not allow itself to be diminished by our interests or our shame.
• At that moment the watchful sense of difference was annihilated in me. And this, it seems to me, is precisely the sign of rapture in the abysses of identity.
• Her navel was a goblet wherein no mingled wine is wanting, her belly a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
• I felt myself die of tender liquefaction. / the intense and mucous ruby of the heart
• ... as if I were to manipulate the order of the stars and the sequence of their celestial movements
• The joy that it produces opens, extends, enlarges man, and the gaping chasm man bears within himself is no longer sealed so easily, for it is the would cut by the blow of love's sword.
• The weight of bodies is actually natural love.
• "One of these days you will encounter (a unicorn), however black and ugly it may be."
• The love-sick Adso reading a book on malady of love: I learned later that, reading books of medicine, you are always convinced you feel the pains of which they speak.
• .. identifies amorous melancholy with lycanthropy, which drives its victim to behave like a wolf.

The bad guy:
__ (Bernard Gui's) was a gaze in which hypocritical indulgence.. mixed with icy irony.. and merciless severity.
{Christoph Waltz as Landa!}
__ You wicked fox, you are trying to convince me you are not what you are not so I will not say you are what you are!

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