Friday, July 11, 2014

Not a poem

But a quote someone thought was worth writing out in long hand - actually two.

"because life disappoints us so much that in the end we come to believe that literature has no relation to it and we are dumbfounded to see that the precious ideas we found in books are spread right before us in everyday life, naturally and freely, without fear of being spoiled by handling, and that a supper, a murder - a Russian incident- have something Russian about them."

M. Proust "Le Temps Retrouve""

"Why pamper life's complexities, when the leather runs smooth on the passenger's seat?"

S Morrissey "This Charming Man"

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