Archive for February, 2020

Saturday, February 29th, 2020

 

My literary or spare-time compositions, written not infrequently with animation and enjoyment, I always found tedious of subsequent perusal. This sense of tedium is so deeply seated in the texture of my mind that I can rarely suffer myself to endure the pain of it. One result is that many of my shorter works, even those made the subject of extremely flattering encomia on the part of friends and acquaintances, I have never myself read, nor does my indolent memory enable me to recall their contents with a satisfactory degree of accuracy.

            – Flann O’Brien, from At Swim-Two-Birds

Friday, February 28th, 2020

 

“I have your dwarf,” said The Thief of Dwarfs.

            – Mr. B. Tesco, from The Dwarf Thief, Chapter 92

Thursday, February 27th, 2020

 

On one side there was a gatepost
On t’other side there was another gatepost
In between where there should have been a gate
There was only the intention of a gate

Wednesday, February 26th, 2020

 

We slept in separate towns
It helped us avoid any conflict of interest

Tuesday, February 25th, 2020

 

Oh yes. The star has a definite “root”. And a reason for and/or to.
Which is why etcetera. Give me, please. I refuse to ask for too much.

Monday, February 24th, 2020

 

The snow drops. Good morning to the hail.
A jewel reclining somewhere other than here.

Sunday, February 23rd, 2020

 

Your annual appraisal is due: are you in real life
as much as you consider yourself to be in your own head?

Saturday, February 22nd, 2020

 

Three enormous copper pots:
One filled with beans,
Another with flames bursting forth,
And the third filled with boiling water.
A large cage filled with birds. Then his young son.

Friday, February 21st, 2020

 

It did not surprise me in the least that Robert-Houdin’s Emperor had sent him on a special diplomatic mission to Algiers, to destroy the power of the Marabouts by showing that his magic was greater than theirs. When I read of his feat on the Shah of Turkey’s yacht, when he hammered the Shah’s jewelled watch to ruins in a mortar, then threw the rubbish overboard, cast a line into the sea, pulled up a fish, asked the Shah’s chef to clean it, and stood by while the chef discovered the watch, quite unharmed, enclosed in a silk bag in the entrails of the fish, I felt that this was life as it ought to be lived.

              – Robertson Davies, from Fifth Business, Chapter 6

Thursday, February 20th, 2020

 

When he looked back on his life he realised that he had come alive on the day he invented the Mind Torch. If only it had existed outside his head then all might have been well.