It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

My life is fairly normal. I didn't wake up one morning and find out that I'm suddenly a star, with people clamoring at me. I feel like I'm moving up the ladder just a little, which is fine.

History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.

The way we live is changing. Each year, our free time shrinks a little more as computers clamor for an increasing percentage of our attention.

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible

"Not in the clamor of the crowded street

Desde hace cinco a?os, no existe ya en esta tierra una ma?ana sin agon?as, una noche sin c?rceles, un mediod?a sin carnicer?as. S?, nos hemos visto obligados a seguirles a ustedes. Pero nuestra dif?cil haza?a estribaba en seguirles en la guerra, sin olvidar la felicidad. Y, a trav?s de los clamores y la violencia, intent?bamos conservar en el coraz?n el recuerdo de un mar feliz, de una colina jam?s olvidada, la sonrisa de un rostro amado. Al propio tiempo, era nuestra mejor arma, la que no rendiremos jam?s. Porque el d?a en que la perdi?ramos, estar?amos tan muertos como ustedes. Sencillamente, sabemos ahora que las armas de la felicidad exigen mucho tiempo y demasiada sangre para ser forjadas.

The freedom of an unscheduled afternoon brought confusion rather than joy. Julius had always been focused. When he was not seeing patients, other important projects and activities-writing, teaching, tennis, research-clamored for his attention. But today nothing seemed important. He suspected that nothing had ever been important, that his mind had arbitrarily imbued projects with importance and then cunningly covered its traces. Today he saw through the ruse of a lifetime. Today there was nothing important to do, and he ambled aimlessly down Union Street.

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people but the appalling silence of the good people.