जो व्यक्ति स्वभाव से तर्कशास्त्र का प्रेमी नहीं था और शब्दों तथा वाक्यांशों के प्रयोग में अत्यधिक सटीक नहीं था, वह 'ऐलिस' की दोनों किताबें नहीं लिख सकता था।
No one who was not by nature a lover of logic, and an extreme precisian in the use of words and phrases, could have written the two "Alice" books.
No one who was not by nature a lover of logic, and an extreme precisian in the use of words and phrases, could have written the two "Alice" books.
मैं अच्छी तरह जानता हूँ कि जीवनी लेखक का रास्ता बाधाओं से भरा होता है, और उसके लिए 'सच्चाई को छुपाना' लगभग अनिवार्य रूप से 'झूठ को बढ़ावा देना' बन जाता है—छोटी सी भी चूक पूरी तस्वीर को बिगाड़ सकती है।
I am well aware that the path of the biographer is beset with pitfalls, and that, for him, suppressio veri is almost necessarily suggestio falsi - the least omission may distort the whole picture.
I am well aware that the path of the biographer is beset with pitfalls, and that, for him, suppressio veri is almost necessarily suggestio falsi - the least omission may distort the whole picture.
मुझे हमेशा से ऐसा लगता है कि किसी साहित्यकार की मृत्यु के बाद सबसे दुखद चीज़ यह होती है कि उसके बाद उसकी किताबों का संग्रह हमेशा बिखर जाता है; जीवन भर की मेहनत से तैयार की गई एक अच्छी लाइब्रेरी, आने वाली पीढ़ियों के लिए पूरी तरह से बेकार हो जाती है। प्रतिभा—हाँ, और असाधारण प्रतिभा भी—न केवल किताबें लिखने में बल्कि उन्हें संजोकर खरीदने में भी दिखाई देती है, और यह बड़े अफ़सोस की बात है कि नीलाम करने वाले का बेदर्द हथौड़ा इतनी सारी मेहनत और हुनर को मिट्टी में मिला देता है।
It always seems to me that one of the saddest things about the death of a literary man is the fact that the breaking-up of his collection of books almost invariably follows; the building up of a good library, the work of a lifetime, has been so much labour lost, so far as future generations are concerned. Talent, yes, and genius too, are displayed not only in writing books but also in buying them, and it is a pity that the ruthless hammer of the auctioneer should render so much energy and skill fruitless.
It always seems to me that one of the saddest things about the death of a literary man is the fact that the breaking-up of his collection of books almost invariably follows; the building up of a good library, the work of a lifetime, has been so much labour lost, so far as future generations are concerned. Talent, yes, and genius too, are displayed not only in writing books but also in buying them, and it is a pity that the ruthless hammer of the auctioneer should render so much energy and skill fruitless.