The Tocharian Manuscripts of the Turfan Expedition from the Staatsbibliothek
Berlin Project Representative: Jost Gippert, University Frankfurt, Germany
Description:
The State Library of Berlin owns more than 3000 Tocharian manuscripts that were discovered by the three Prussian expeditions to Turfan, located in the present day Hsinkiang area on the Silk Road. They contain mostly Buddhist texts, but comprise also other text genres.
Within the present project, about 75% of the manuscripts have been scanned, and about 25% have been transliterated and transcribed with reference to existing printed editions. The resulting internet database, stored on the TITUS server, shows the transliterated texts in combination with the graphic images scanned from the original manuscripts. Full annotation of their contents will be supplemented at a later stage.
Plans for further development include further scanning (also of manuscripts from the Sanskrit collection of the Berlin Staatsbibliothek) as well as annotating and internet publishing of a database which contains bibliographic information. Further on, linking to other sources of Buddhist texts that are comprised in the TITUS collection (Khotanese Saka, Sogdian) and in other EBTI collections is aimed at as well. For the whole corpus (Tocharian A and Tocharian B), a bilingual dictionary will be compiled which will give references to the equivalent Buddhist terms in Sanskrit (and, in a second step, in other languages, too).
EBTI Top The Roman reformers were satisfied to call themselves Stoics; and, in reviewing the Stoic system, we saw to what an extent they welcomed and developed some of its fundamental180 thoughts. But we have now to add that the current which bore them on had its source deeper down than the elaborate combinations of Zeno and Chrysippus, and entered into the composition of every other system that acted on the Roman intellect simultaneously with theirs. Thus whatever forces co-operated with Stoicism had the effect not of complicating but of simplifying its tendencies, by bringing into exclusive prominence the original impulse whence they sprang, which was the idea of Natural Law. Hence the form ultimately assumed by Roman thought was a philosophy of Nature, sometimes appearing more under a Stoic, and sometimes more under a Cynic guise. Everything in Roman poetry that is not copied from Greek models or inspired by Italian passion¡ªin other words, its didactic, descriptive, and satiric elements¡ªmay be traced to this philosophy. Doubtless the inculcation of useful arts, the delight in beautiful scenery, the praises of rustic simplicity, the fierce protests against vice under all its forms, and the celebration of an imperial destiny, which form the staple of Rome¡¯s national literature, spring from her own deepest life; but the quickening power of Greek thought was needed to develope them into articulate expression. 17 Dusk was fast coming on, when the woods beyond the foot of the slope began to darken again with masses of men arraying in column of assault. The Deacon laid down the spoon with which he had been stirring the broth, and doubling up his mighty fist, placed himself between Groundhog and the kettle, and said: CHAPTER I. THE DEACON PROVIDES "Don't go, Pap," pleaded Si. "Some of the boys on the skirmish-line 'll find him soon, and settle him. Don't expose yourself. Stay behind the wagon." Shorty took off his belt and white gloves, unbuttoned his blouse, and lounged down the street to the quarter where the soldiers most congregated to be fleeced by the harpies gathered there as the best place to catch men going to or returning from the front. Shorty soon recognized running evil-looking shops, various kinds of games and drinking dens several men who had infested the camps about Nashville and Murfreesboro until the Provost-Marshal had driven them away. "Hello, Groundhog, is that you? Ain't you dead yit? Say, have you seen a squad o' recruits around here¡ªall boys, with new uniforms, and no letters or numbers on their caps?" By the time they came in sight of the sutler's shanty the boys had finished their breakfast and were moving off after Billings. The Lieutenant unbuckled his saber, dropped it to the ground, and ran forward to the cannon. Two or three men rose slowly from the ground, upon which they had been prostrated, and joined the Lieutenant in running the gun back to its place, and reloading it. MRS. G.: I don't see where that makes any difference. Actually, nobody has been very clear on the details. But the details don't matter, do they, Gwen dear? The important thing is, we have to do something. Mrs. Backfield arrived in a washed-out bed-gown. A fire was lit and water put on to boil. Fanny's, however, did not seem just an ordinary case of "fits"; she lay limp in her mother's arms, strangely blue round the mouth, her eyes half open. "By St. Nicholas!" cried he at last, "something ill has befallen the holy man, or he would have been here before now. We will march on directly, and find him, or the London folks shall look to it." HoMEscuteÑÇÖÞÅ·ÃÀ͵ÅÄ ENTER NUMBET 0017