Thursday, March 23, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf


“One feels even in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an indescribable pause; a suspense before Big Ben strikes. There! Out it boomed. First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. Such fools we are, she thought, crossing Victoria Street. For Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorsteps (drink their downfall) do the same; can't be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life. In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment in June.”

From Part One

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From A Ghost at Noon, by Alberto Moravia, translated by Angus Davidson


"Love has great capacity not only for illusion but also for forgetfulness."

From page 29

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Clerihew of a Thorough Shit


Dr. Louis-Ferdinand Auguste Destouches, a.k.a., "Céline",
Was often vicious and never clean,
Anti-Semite and a collaborator,
A brilliant writer, but a better hater.

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Journey to the End of the Night, by Celine, translated by Ralph Manheim


"All of a sudden you've become disgustingly old."

From page 194 this edition