Malcolm Lowry

Malcolm Lowry (July 28, 1909 – June 26, 1957) was an English poet and novelist, best known for his novel Under the Volcano.

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Under the Volcano (1947)

• No se puede vivir sin amar. In spanish in the original

It is not possible to live without loving

• ...the cock that herald dawn all night

• ...I can never forgive you deeply enough...

• How shall the murdered man convince his assasin he will not haunt him?

• For a time they confronted each other like two mute unspeaking forts

• ...that the past was irrevocably past...

• ...a long look of longing...

• Nothing in the world was more terrible than an empty bottle! Unless it was an empty glass.

• What beauty can compare to that of a cantina in the early morning?

• And this is how sometimes I feel of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world but the name of this land is hell.

• What is man but a little soul holding up a corpse.

• The passionate, yet so nearly always hypocritical affirmation of ones soul.

• ..if we could rise of our misery...

• ..The t's like lonely wayside crosses save when they crucified an entire row.

• ..but my Lord, Yvonne, surely you know by this time I can't get drunk however much I drink.

• The sun shines without brightness and the moon rises with no light.

• I want your life filling and stirring me. I want your happiness beneath my heart and your sorrows in my eyes and your peace in the fingers of my hand

• Pity the impulse to approach and terror the impulse to run, had finally been reconciled by prudence, the conviction it is better to stay where you are.

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