Comment by chained_bear, 6 months ago

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 15:42:26 +0000

"...in this single instance he did fuss, trying to make it perform miracles, urging the sun to shed a diffused and even illumination, uttering otiose explanations."
--P. O'Brian, The Commodore, 75

Comment by knitandpurl, 7 months ago

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 02:21:15 +0000

"But what I demanded from this performance—as from the visit to Balbec and the visit to Venice for which I had so intensely longed—was something quite different from pleasure: verities pertaining to a world more real than that in which I lived, which, once acquired, could never be taken from me by any trivial incident—even though it were to cause me bodily suffering—of my otiose existence."
-- Within a Budding Grove by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, Revised by D.J. Enright, p 17 of the Modern Library paperback edition

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