Myths of Europe

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Richard Littlejohns, Sara Soncini
Rodopi, 2007 - 295 páginas
Myths of Europe focuses on the identity of Europe, seeking to re-assess its cultural, literary and political traditions in the context of the 21st century. Over 20 authors - historians, political scientists, literary scholars, art and cultural historians - from five countries here enter into a debate. How far are the myths by which Europe has defined itself for centuries relevant to its role in global politics after 9/11? Can 'Old Europe' maintain its traditional identity now that the European Union includes countries previously supposed to be on its periphery? How has Europe handled relations with the non-European Other in the past and how is it reacting now to an influx of immigrants and asylum seekers? It becomes clear that founding myths such as Hamlet and St Nicholas have helped construct the European consciousness but also that these and other European myths have disturbing Eurocentric implications. Are these myths still viable today and, if so, to what extent and for what purpose? This volume sits on the interface between culture and politics and is important reading for all those interested in the transmission of myth and in both the past and the future of Europe.

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Acknowledgments
7
Myths and Muddles
21
Electras and Hamlet
35
Mark Rawlinson
51
Graham Jones
73
Elena Rossi
89
Antje Steinhoefel
113
Mario Curreli
133
Places of Myth in Ireland
155
Richard Littlejohns
171
Andrew Hammond
186
Tony Kushner
208
Donald Bloxham
223
Sara Soncini
247
Silvia Ross
263
Notes on Contributors
291

Darko Suvin
147

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Página 47 - Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there"; makes marriage vows As false as dicers...
Página 40 - My tables/' — meet it is, I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain ; At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark : [Writing. So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me.
Página 96 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say — Ay; And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 124 - ... if there came a traveller to this world who knew nothing of the story of man's life upon it, this image of agony would seem to him strangely out of place in the midst of this joyous nature.
Página 107 - Carro già era sparito, vidi presso di me un veglio solo, degno di tanta reverenza in vista, che più non dee a padre alcun figliuolo. Lunga la barba e di pel bianco mista portava, a' suoi capelli simigliante, de' quai cadeva al petto doppia lista.
Página 129 - Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked...
Página 105 - Era già l'ora che volge il disio ai naviganti e intenerisce il core lo di c'han detto ai dolci amici addio; e che lo novo peregrin d'amore punge, se ode squilla di lontano che paia il giorno pianger che si more, quand'io incominciai a render vano l'udire ea mirare una dell'alme surta che l'ascoltar chiedea con mano.
Página 38 - Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.
Página 124 - What a glad world this looks like, as one drives or rides along the valleys and over the hills ! I have often thought so when, in foreign countries, where the fields and woods have looked to me like our English Loamshire, — the rich land tilled with just as much care, the woods rolling down the gentle slopes to the green meadows, — I have come on something, by the roadside which has reminded me that I am not in Loamshire : an image of a great agony, — the agony of the Cross.
Página 201 - Nothing seems to be a plainer proof of the irrationality of mankind (whatever fine claims we pretend to reason) than the rage with which they contest for a small spot of ground, when such vast parts of fruitful earth lie quite uninhabited.

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