p.108 (speaking of college girls of 1920-1925 at Barnard) We belonged to a generation of young women who felt extraordinarily free--free from the the dp.108 (speaking of college girls of 1920-1925 at Barnard) We belonged to a generation of young women who felt extraordinarily free--free from the the demand to marry unless we chose to do so, free to postpone marriage while we did other things, free from the need to bargain and hedge that had burdened and restricted women of earlier generations. We laughed at the idea that a woman could be an old maid at the age of twenty-five, and we rejoiced at the new medical care that made it possible for a woman to have a child at forty. We did not bargain with men. After college many of us fell in love with an older man, someone who was an outstanding figure in one of the fields in which we were working, but none of these love affairs led to marriage. Schooled in an older ethic, the men were perplexed by us and vacillated between a willingness to take the love that was offered so generously and uncalculatingly and a feeling that to do so was to play the part of a wicked seducer. Later most of us married men who were closer to our own age and style of living, but it was a curious period in which girls who were too proud to ask for any hostage to fate confused the men they chose to love. At the same time we firmly established a style of relationships to other women. "Never break a date with a girl for a man" was one of our mottoes in a period when women's loyalty to women usually was--as it usually still is--subordinate to their possible relationships to men. We learned loyalty to women, pleasure in conversation with women, and enjoyment of the way in which we complemented one another in terms of our differences in temperament, which we found as interesting as the complementarity that is produced by the difference in sex. p.284 My friend Ralph Blum has defined the human unit of time as the space between a grandfather's memory of his own childhood and the grandson's knowledge of those memories as he heard about them. We speak a great deal about a human scale; we need also a human unit in which to think about time....more
p.20 It didn't matter to him whether it was really true or not. He just changed the truth till it fit him. He was a real white man. p.458 And up above thp.20 It didn't matter to him whether it was really true or not. He just changed the truth till it fit him. He was a real white man. p.458 And up above the church, high above it, a strange black-and-white bird circled 'round, looking for a tree to roost on, a bad tree, I expect, so he could alight upon it and get busy, so that it would someday fall and feed the others....more
pp.162-3: Sandip's POV (the antagonist) "We are men, we are kings, we must have our tribute. Ever since we have come upon the Earth we have been plundpp.162-3: Sandip's POV (the antagonist) "We are men, we are kings, we must have our tribute. Ever since we have come upon the Earth we have been plundering her; and the more we claimed, the more she submitted. From primaeval days have we men been plucking fruits, cutting down trees, digging up the soil, killing beast, bird and fish. From the bottom of the sea, from underneath the ground, from the very jaws of death, it has all been grabbing and grabbing and grabbing,--no strong-box in Nature's store-room has been respected or left unrifled. The one delight of this Earth is to fulfil the claims of those who are men. She has been made fertile and beautiful and complete through her endless sacrifices to them. But for this, she would be lost in the wilderness, not knowing herself, the doors of her heart shut, her diamonds and pearls never seeing the light. Likewise, by sheer force of our claims, we men have opened up all the latent possibilities of women. In the process of surrendering themselves to us, they have ever gained their true greatness. Because they had to bring all the diamonds of their happiness and the pearls of their sorrow into our royal treasury, they have found their true wealth. So for men to accept is truly to give: for women to give is truly to gain."
p.168 - again Sandip's POV "As for me, I have so much else to do that I shall have to be content for the present with the foam of the wine cup of passion. O man of desire! Curb your greed, and practice your hand on the harp of illusion till you can bring out all the delicate nuances of suggestion. This is not the time to drain the cup to the dregs."...more
i was talking to a moth the other evening he was trying to break into an electric light bulb and fry himsp.95 "archy and mehitabel" the lesson of the moth
i was talking to a moth the other evening he was trying to break into an electric light bulb and fry himself on the wires
why do you fellows pull this stunt i asked him because it is the conventional thing for moths or why if that had been an uncovered candle instead of an electric light bulb you would now be a small unsightly cinder have you no sense
plenty of it he answered but at times we get tired of using it we get bored with the routine and crave beauty and excitement fire is beautiful and we know that if we get too close it will kill us but what does that matter it is better to be happy for a moment and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time and be bored all the while so we wad all our life up into one little roll and then we shoot the roll that is what life is for
p.117 "archy and mehitabel" archy declares war
... come come come come in your billions tiny small feet and humming little wings crawlers and creepers wigglers and stingers scratchers borers slitherers little forked tongues man is at your mercy one sudden gesture and all his empires perish rise strike for freedom curses on the species that invented roach poison curses on the stingy beings that evolved tight zinc covers that you can t crawl under for their garbage cans come like a sandstorm spewed from the mouth of a great apocalyptic desert making devil come like the spray sooty and fiery snorted from the nostrils of a sky eating ogre let us have a little direct action is the sincere wish of archy
p.130 "archy and mehitabel" mehitabel dances with boreas
... whirl mehitabel whirl leap shadow leap you gotta dance till the sun comes up for you got no place to sleep archy
p.130-131 "archy and mehitabel" archy at the zoo
the centipede adown the street goes braggartly with scores of feet a gaudy insect but not neat
the octopus s secret wish is not to be a formal fish he dreams that some time he may grow another set of legs of so and be a broadway music show
oh do not always take a chance upon an open countenance the hippopotamus s smile conceals a nature full of guile
human wandering through the zoo what do your cousins think of you ...
pp.144-145 "archy and mehitabel" some natural history
the patagonian penguin is a most peculiar bird he lives on pussy willows and his tongue is always furred the porcupine of chile sleeps his life away and that is how the needles get into the hay the argentinian oyster is a very subtle gink for when he s being eaten he pretends he is a skink when you see a sea gull sitting on a bald man's dome she likely thinks she s nesting on her rocky island home do not tease the inmates when strolling through the zoo for they have their finer feelings the same as me and you oh deride not the camel if grief should make him die his ghost will come to haunt you with tears in either eye and the spirit of a camel in the midnight gloom can be so very cheerless as it wanders round the room archy
p.116 'St Uncumber was a virgin and grew a beard... The beard was to repulse her suitors and so guard her chastity. Women pray to her if they wish to bp.116 'St Uncumber was a virgin and grew a beard... The beard was to repulse her suitors and so guard her chastity. Women pray to her if they wish to be rid of their husbands.' p.234 'Her [Princess Mary Tudor] doctors have advised that congress with a man would be good for her health. If a young woman's vital spirits are bottled up, she becomes pale and thin, her appetite wanes, she begins to waste; marriage is an occupation for her, she forgets her minor ailments; her womb remains anchored and primed for use, and shows no tendency to go wandering about her body as if it had nothing better to do. In default of a man, the Lady Mary needs strenuous exercise on horseback; difficult, for someone under house arrest.' p.346 'When Wyatt writes, his lines fledge feathers, and unfolding this plumage they dive below their meaning and skim above it. They tell us that the rules of power and the rules of war are the same, the art is to deceive; and you will deceive, and be deceived in your turn, whether you are an ambassador or a suitor. Now, if a man's subject is deception, you are deceived if you think you grasp his meaning. You close your hand as it flies away. A statute is written to entrap meaning, a poem to escape it.' ...more
p.208 "It's fine," Laura sniffed, smoothing her daughter's hair, and Ifemelu knew that for a long time afterwards, she would not unwrap from herself thp.208 "It's fine," Laura sniffed, smoothing her daughter's hair, and Ifemelu knew that for a long time afterwards, she would not unwrap from herself the pashmina of the wounded.
The writing is lovely. The story moves gracefully and forcefully through her youth and time in America, until her return to Nigeria, when it dwindles away vaguely....more
p.52 Omelette Moliere p.178 Tomates a la creme p.199 English Lemon Curd p.200 Short Crust for Lemon Curd Pie p.201 To Preserve Lemons in Cloves p.235 My Op.52 Omelette Moliere p.178 Tomates a la creme p.199 English Lemon Curd p.200 Short Crust for Lemon Curd Pie p.201 To Preserve Lemons in Cloves p.235 My Own Version of Everlasting Syllabub ...more
p.331 Bus it is no use to justify yourself. It is no good to explain. It is weak to be anecdotal. It is wise to conceal the past even if there is nothip.331 Bus it is no use to justify yourself. It is no good to explain. It is weak to be anecdotal. It is wise to conceal the past even if there is nothing to conceal. A man's power is in the half-light, in the half-seen movements of his hand and the unguessed-at expression of his face. It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires. ...more