Gravity's Rainbow

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September 16, 2013
by sarcozona
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she suffered from the personality of the house, the punishment of those who collect their lives together. Unconsciously at first, she went about disturbing nothing, then she became aware that her soft and careful movements were the outcome of an unreasoning fear—if she disarranged anything, Robin might become confused—might lose the scent of home.

From Nightwood by Djuna Barnes

August 26, 2013
by sarcozona
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“Some people,” he said, “take off headfirst into any body of water and six glasses later someone in Haarlem gets typhoid from drinking their misery. God, take my hand and get me up out of this great argument—the more you go against your nature, the more you will know of it—hear me, Heaven! I’ve done and been everything that I didn’t want to be or do—Lord, put the light out—so I stand here, beaten up and mauled and weeping, knowing I am not what I thought I was, a good man doing wrong, but the wrong man doing nothing much, and I wouldn’t be telling you about it if I weren’t talking to myself.

From Nightwood by Djuna Barnes

August 5, 2013
by sarcozona
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Gurus, who, I trust you know, are Indian teachers, expect you to contemplate the acorn ten years at a stretch, and if, in that time, you are no wiser about the nut, you are not very bright, and that may be the only certainty with which you will come away, which is a post-graduate melancholy—for no man can find a greater truth than his kidney will allow.

From Nightwood by Djuna Barnes