Monday, July 14, 2025

Epigraph Page from book on Gogol: THE FUTILE SEARCH FOR A LIVING SOUL

 


The scientific viewpoint, ever persistent: There is no ‘soul’ and no ‘will’—these are fictions, universal fictions, like the Garden of Eden.

                                             Oliver Sacks, letter to a friend, May 25, 1969

 Les âmes mortes. Rabelais had to flee France to save his ears from being cropped by censorious theologues for having ventured to pun on âme (soul) and âne (ass).

B.G. Guerney

 Las almas muertas. I’ve lived a long life, I’ve searched the world over, and guess what? Nowhere no way is a living soul to be found. Look all around you, circumnavigate the planet—not a soul to be seen.

O.G. Zakamora

 Die toten Seelen. Dead Souls was the eremitic cell where Gogol the monk floundered around, prostrated himself, suffering travail and torment, until, finally, the day they bore him lifeless out of that cell.

                                                                                    P. V. Annenkov

Господи, Ты сказал в Святом Евангелии, что мертвые услышат глас Сына Божия и оживут. Так ныне сотвори, чтобы мертвые души наши услышали глас Твой и ожили бы в радости.

 Translation: Lord, Thou saith in the Holy Gospels that the dead would hear the voice of the Son of God and would come back once more to life. So that this day grant that our own dead souls might hear Thy voice and might come alive again in joy. (From the Russian Eastern Orthodox prayer book [Molitvoslov]. 

The last line of the prayer marked No. 1 in the series titled Молитвенные прошения препСилуана Афонского: Prayerful Supplications of the Reverend Silouan the Athonite.

 Your Kingdom: an infinity of being. Souls unborn, yet-to-be-born, never-to-be-born, souls transparent and light-riddled . . . Souls shifting and flowing through one another, light as the seed of dandelions, graceful as tiny rainbow-hued fish, fragile as butterflies.

                                                            Joyce Carol Oates, Son of the Morning


[epigraph page in front matter of forthcoming book by U.R. Bowie: The Futile Search for a Living Soul: A New Reading of Gogol's "Dead Souls"]



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