excerpts from Flaubert's letters |
Flaubert has a bad habit of quoting himself. Especially, in his early letters, he cited lines from the only novel that he had written-- November."Let us worry less about the results of our effor...
Posted by Chambers on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 08:46:00 PST |
Serial Anabases |
"Anabasis" showed up as the Word of the Day while, in his Selected Letters, Flaubert was busy reading a book called Anabasis. As defined by Dictionary.com, the word, "anabasis" means: a march fr...
Posted by Chambers on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 10:00:00 PST |
from Look at the Harlequins, by Nabokov |
"When a girl starts to speak like a novelette, all you need is a little patience."
Posted by Chambers on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 09:47:00 PST |
Benedictus de Spinoza, on freedom |
A thrown stone, "while it continue[s] to move....is conscious only of its striving, and not at all indifferent, it will believe itself to be free, and to persevere in motion for no other cause than be...
Posted by Chambers on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 09:16:00 PST |
Boswell on Johnson on Boswell's London Journal |
I told Mr. Johnson that I put down all sorts of little incidents in it. "Sir," said he, "There is nothing too little for so little a creature as man. It is by studying little things that w...
Posted by Chambers on Thu, 03 May 2007 08:40:00 PST |
our good friend, Girolamo Cardano |
"The book On Games of Chance I also wrote; why should not a man who is a gambler, a dicer, and at the same time an author, write a book on gaming? And peradventure, 'A lion is known by his claws...
Posted by Chambers on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 04:49:00 PST |
serial dead cats |
Last night, I dreamed that I saw a dead cat. It was dark-haired-- dark gray, I think. This morning, (which is nighttime for me, so it is always dark out,) while driving to get gas, I saw t...
Posted by Chambers on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 04:33:00 PST |
another serial event |
On Wednesday night, I had a dream about Bo. Bo was the cat that I got in the eighth grade, who died in 2004. I hadn't had a dream about him in awhile, and this dream turned into a lucid dr...
Posted by Chambers on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 07:32:00 PST |
from Glory, by Vladimir Nabokov |
On the bright wall above the narrow crib, with its lateral meshes of white cord and the small icon at its head (lacquered saint's brown face framed in foil, crimson underside plush somewhat eaten by m...
Posted by Chambers on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 07:16:00 PST |
seasonal temperature variations on travel days |
Yesterday, on Christmas Eve, it felt like summer here in Los Angeles. It was probably 75 degrees Fahrenheit in the beach cities.Last night I dreamt that it was warm on Chritmas Eve because of an...
Posted by Chambers on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 08:19:00 PST |
