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"As the light began to work in me, words were constellated. An illuminating process, you might say, but for me with words there is always some darkening."
— Aug 23, 2024 02:06AM
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Sevi
is on page 89 of 158
Like a child who hides behind his hands he supposed that if he couldn’t see the world, the world could not see him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see – it was, in the horror of recognition, the horror of being recognised.
— Aug 31, 2024 12:29PM
Sevi
is on page 88 of 158
But, Dr Freud, stories are all we humans have to make us immortal.
— Aug 31, 2024 12:26PM
Sevi
is on page 86 of 158
What was so remarkable was that his own safekeeping was usurped by the need to know what he needed not to know. He needed to know it so imperatively that he pushed on, against everyone’s effort to prevent him, even – most powerful – his own. It was as if his very life hung upon the thread of knowledge which could destroy it.
— Aug 31, 2024 11:21AM
Sevi
is on page 64 of 158
What is it to remember? Re-member. To put a body together again. But in the reconstruction what gets put in, or left out? An ivory shoulder for one of flesh and blood?
— Aug 31, 2024 12:49AM
Sevi
is on page 60 of 158
Had King Oedipus gone in person to question the oracle he might have heard a different solution.
— Or heard the solution differently?
— You cannot pass on oracular word without affecting the sense.
— Aug 31, 2024 12:26AM
— Or heard the solution differently?
— You cannot pass on oracular word without affecting the sense.
Sevi
is on page 22 of 158
"From the gods’ perspective all ways are the same and all roads will be travelled in the end. It’s only a matter of time."
— Aug 22, 2024 05:30AM
Sevi
is on page 20 of 158
"Walking here, I stopped a while on the rise of a hill, and hearing the rooks in the sky above I could almost imagine I was back there, on the mountainside. Not the high peaks where the sun hits hard and the wind can make a whistle of a man’s bones. But the lower slopes which fall gently, like a woman’s skirt."
— Aug 20, 2024 02:26AM
