p.268 "Travel does not make one cheerful," Flaubert wrote during one of his depressions on the Nile. Travel NEVER makes one cheerful. But it makes onep.268 "Travel does not make one cheerful," Flaubert wrote during one of his depressions on the Nile. Travel NEVER makes one cheerful. But it makes one thoughtful. It washes one's eyes and clears away the dust....more
read only "The Gastronomical Me" - food memories 1912-1941 (ages 4-33) 1912-1928: childhood thru some college 1929-1936: 1st husband - sea voyages to Euread only "The Gastronomical Me" - food memories 1912-1941 (ages 4-33) 1912-1928: childhood thru some college 1929-1936: 1st husband - sea voyages to Europe & back, Dijon for husband's Ph.D., faculty wife in US 1936-1941: second mate - Switzerland, he dying of cancer(?)...more
p.22 - The Narrator, about Rico David (the son) You too, with your traveling, your obsession to go further and further away and hoard more and more expp.22 - The Narrator, about Rico David (the son) You too, with your traveling, your obsession to go further and further away and hoard more and more experiences, are carting your own cage around with you to the outer edge of the zoo. Everyone has their own captivity. The bars separate everyone from everyone else.
p.78 - Giggy Ben-Gal ("friend of Rico's"), about Dubi Dombrov ("shabby film producer") The kid's jealous. He sits there wriggling on his chair, full of wretchedness and shame, and at the same time he's drawn toward you, he doesn't dare but he'd love to touch your hand that touches Dita and probably does things to her, any way and any time it likes, that he can only dream of. He would sell you a year of his fucked-up life here and now, just like that, for a hint of a chance to taste just once a tiny crumb from your nightly feasts with her. Sweeter even than her body for you now is his embittered envy, that stimulates your complacency gland, and also makes you feel pity and an urge to share your bread with the hungry, to grant him an evening with her, a secret gift or a donation of surplus goods. There's also a surprising pang of jealousy at the poor sod, with that desperate thirst of his that someone like you has never known and never will.
p.87 - The Narrator, about Rico The selfish love of an only child... At least he wanted all the traffic between his parents to flow through his own junction and not through a tunnel behind his back. Her illness seemed to him as though she had suddenly had a baby daughter, a demanding pampered creature, a little like him, it was true, but a spoilt child. He imagined that if he went away his mother would have to choose between the two of them, and he was sure she would never give him up.
p.124 - Nadia (the dead mother)about herself Nadia remembers a baby imprisoned in the underground lair of the priestesses of an all-female cult, rules of modesty, rules of menstrual impurity, rules of prudence, qualities of innocent cunning, powders and creams, eyeblack and rouge, the masculine nature you have to learn to arouse and to repel, grace is false and beauty is vain, but without them beware that you do not end up unwanted and dusty on the sheld, heaven forbid.
p.133 - The Narrator on himself Don't think about me in the night I am insomnia think instead about foggy rain in the forest and a fox seeking shelter among fir trees in the dark and it will lull you to sleep. In the dark among the fir trees Old Somnia walks with a wet headscarf sodden dress soaked to the skin a crooked stick in her shrivelled hand a weary witch named Somnia roams inthe dark in the rain lost in the foggy trees shuffling from shadow to shadow wandering away from me out there yet passing through me on her way, backwards and forwards, criss-crossing me like a valley that she has turned from a valley into a vale of tears with her sleepless wandering. Maybe all this is just because I have left some door flapping.
p.145 - Albert (the father) to The Narrator ...But don't forget that the human voice may have been created to express both protest and ridicule, but essentially it contains a considerable percentage of quiet, precise speech which is meant to come out in measured words... Stay put in your house in Arad and try to write in a quiet way if you can. At times like these, quiet is the most precious commodity in the country. And let there be no misunderstanding. I'm talking about quiet, definitely not about silence.
p.146 - about Rico ...desire rises like mercury in the thermometer of his cock pressed against the wall of the bridge...
p.270 ...what had made him give in to her [Elizabeth, his wife] about Deb was above all his desire for a quiet life. As a disincentive to adultery it ip.270 ...what had made him give in to her [Elizabeth, his wife] about Deb was above all his desire for a quiet life. As a disincentive to adultery it is likely to be stronger than any moral teaching.
From the Introduction to "The Diary of Samuel Pepys" by Robert Latham and William Matthews, p.cxvi All that the diarist observes he will hold suspended in the same stream of time which carries him and everything else along with it--the large matters with the small, the distant with the intimate. The diarist, although he will comment on events and may well relate some events to others, will not attempt (if he is a good diarist) to isolate them or rearrange them: he will merely mark their passing in the stream. His function is to register the daily flux of change--the weather rather than the climate of his age....more
Precise and convincing in its descriptions of Southern plantation life as Northup experienced it: attitudes, daily life, the machinery of production.Precise and convincing in its descriptions of Southern plantation life as Northup experienced it: attitudes, daily life, the machinery of production. Hence easy to believe that his emotional experience was just as accurately described. A dramatic narrative, hard to put down....more