Easier to climb up, than to just hang on.
Only tyrannies understand the power of art.
THE WORLD OF YESTERDAY is ostensibly an autobiography but in truth it is much more than that. In this remarkably fine new translation, Anthea Bell perfectly captures Stefan Zweig’s glorious evocation of a lost world, Vienna’s golden age, in which he grew up and flourished.
I went straight in. Fade in, one... whatever. He's playing the piano in the radio station.