He returned to the other point of view — opposite to that of his love and of his jealousy, to which he resorted at times by a sort of mental equity, and in order to make allowance for different eventualities — from which he tried to form a fresh judgment of Odette, based on the [...]
I don’t get much traffic in this corner of the web. Google sends me a handful of visitors a day, and I sometimes feel guilty that my musings are proffered as the answer to a specific question. A couple of posts regularly deliver visitors: my thoughts on Joyce’s last paragraph from The Dead, a poem [...]
“You will perceive by the resonance of the place whether the area is large or small, whether you are in the middle or in a corner.” Emile Jean-Jacques Rousseau What relevance does this quotation have for the life of the soul, the long traverse of sensation, experience and reflection that makes up the totality of [...]
She sat at the back table by the big air vent that had never worked, sometimes nursing a cup of coffee, other times moving quickly through an egg cream and a cup of soup with a look of voracious satisfaction. Once or twice, she and Renee, the counterman, murmured to each other, leaving Renee with [...]
via ephemeralnewyork.wordpress.com Columbia University is up there on the hill where St. Luke’s was in 1900. (St. Luke’s is still on Amsterdam, just not so prominent.) But, three-quarters of a century later, the bucolic vista had turned into a dark, tangled park of violence and intrigue that was bordered on its west side by a [...]
The image is indelible and reflexive. And, 40 years later, they are still together. Visit msnbc.com for Breaking News, World News, and News about the Economy
A bit of poetry about life and learning, in sketches, impressions, proscriptions and photos. As you read through, you come to the core of the passion. “Lifedrawing became an obsession for me after the passing away of my wife, Virginia. I embraced her til her last breath at Royal Prince Alfred Hospital; and when she [...]
On late days one summer, I would walk through the rich heat to the small chapel in the sacristy in the rear of the church, off the corridor that joined the monastery and the church together. Bishop Ansgar would say Mass each afternoon: sepulchral, solemn, devout. What I can remember about those Masses was how [...]