• Iris

    2009-11-08

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    Iris Murdoch (1919-1999) 

    Born in Dublin but grew up mostly in London. She read Greats at Somerville, taking a First in 1942. A period as an assistant principal in the Treasury was followed by relief work for the UN with refugees in Belgium and Austria. Discovery of Sartre and other existentialists led to a passionate engagement with Philosophy, and after a year’s studentship in Cambridge she became Tutor (later Fellow ) in Philosophy at St Anne’s. She published on Sartre and on Plato, on metaphysics and moral philosophy, and of course her philosophical concerns are at the heart of the 25 novels for which she became famous, gaining the CBE (1978) and DBE (1987), the Whitbread Prize (The sacred and profane love machine) and the Booker Prize (The sea, the sea). She resigned her Fellowship after 15 years in 1962 in order to devote herself full-time to writing. She is remembered as a dazzling colleague and teacher, little interested in constraints of the syllabus, leading students on fascinating journeys from Rousseau to Worsdworth, from Thomas More to Michael Oakeshott, from St Anselm to Engels. (出處

    電影對白摘錄:

    Education doesn't make you happy, and nor does freedom. We don't become happy just because we are free, if we are; or because we've been educated, if we have. but because education may be the means by which we realize we're happy. It opens our eyes and ears, tells us where delights are lurking, convinces us that there is only one freedom of any importance whatsoever that of the mind and gives us the assurance, the confidences, to walk the path our mind...our educated mind... offers.


    Yes of course there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really a machine to make falsehoods. When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient. Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy", is a lie of a sort. And that being the case, I shall shup up. Oh, and ... pass the gravy.

    Whither shall I go from thy spirit? 

    Whither shall I flee from thy presence? 
   


    If I ascend unto heaven, thou art there.
    
If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. 
   

    If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the unttermost parts of the sea;
even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

    Kate Winslet飾演的年輕Iris

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  • 我名字也是Iris,看到标题一阵莫名激动:D