My latest source of inspiration:
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Dear Emma, how I loathe thee...
From Madame Bovary:
"It is better not to touch our idols: the gilt comes off on our hands."
"It is better not to touch our idols: the gilt comes off on our hands."
Thursday, May 01, 2008
My Joycean Adventure
I'm really enjoying James Joyce's Ulysses right now... so I'll share some favorite parts as I go along. Here are the first few:
"Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft by a crooked crack, hair on end. As he and others see me. Who chose this face for me? This dogsbody to rid of vermin. It asks me too."
"I am another now and yet the same. A servant too. A server of a servant."
"No-one here to hear. Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a clement master's praise. Why had they chosen all that part? Not wholly for the smooth caress. For them too history was a tale like any other too often heard, their land a pawnshop."
"Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft by a crooked crack, hair on end. As he and others see me. Who chose this face for me? This dogsbody to rid of vermin. It asks me too."
"I am another now and yet the same. A servant too. A server of a servant."
"No-one here to hear. Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a clement master's praise. Why had they chosen all that part? Not wholly for the smooth caress. For them too history was a tale like any other too often heard, their land a pawnshop."
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