No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Ни один человек — не остров, сам по себе; каждый — часть континента, часть суши. Когда прибой обрушает берег, становится меньше Европа; если смывает утес, если замок друга подточит волною, или твой собственный. Так я убываю со смертью каждого, поскольку я часть человечества, и потому не посылай никогда, чтоб узнать, по ком звонит колокол: он звонит по тебе.
John Donne, Devotions upon Emergent Occasions, XVII.
Доб. Спасибо,
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...I am an island. I am bloody Ibiza!..
No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine own were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.