Bluest Eyes - Like a sore tooth that is not content to throb in isolation, but must diffuse its own

pain to
other parts of the body --making breathing difficult, vision limited, nerves unsettled, so a hated piece
of furniture produces a fretful malaise that asserts itself throughout the house and limits the delight of
things not related to it.

They seemed to have taken all of their smoothly cultivated ignorance, their exquisitely learned selfhatred, their elaborately designed hopelessness and sucked it all up into a fiery cone of scorn that had
burned for ages in the hollows of their minds--cooled and spilled over lips of outrage, consuming
whatever was in its path.

He must enter her surreptitiously, lifting the hem of her night gown only to her navel. He must rest his
weight on his elbows when they make love, ostensibly to avoid hurting her breasts but actually to keep
her from having to touch or feel too much of him.While he moves inside her, she will wonder why
they didn't put the necessary but private parts of the body in some more convenient place --like the
armpit, for example, or the palm of the hand. Someplace one could get to easily, and quickly, without
undressing. She stiffens when she feels one of her paper curlers coming undone from the activity of
love; imprints in her mind which one it is that is coming loose so she can quickly secure it once he is
through. She hopes he will not sweat. the damp may get into her hair; and that she will remain dry
between her legs--she hates the glucking sound they make when she is moist.When she senses some
spasm about to grip him, she will make rapid movements with her hips, press her fingernails into his
back, suck in her breath, and pretend she is having an orgasm.

They were old enough to be irritable when and where they chose, tired enough to look forward to
death, disinterested enough to accept the idea of pain while ignoring the presence of pain.

Sullen, irritable, he cultivated his hatred of Darlene. Never did he once consider directing his hatred
toward the hunters. Such an emotion would have destroyed him. They were big, white, armed men. He
was small, black, helpless. His subconscious knew what his conscious mind did not guess that hating
them would have consumed him, burned him up like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash
and a question mark of smoke.

She found his fastidiousness and complete lack of humor touching, and longed to introduce him to the
idea of delight. He resisted the introduction, but she married him anyway, only to discover that he was
suffering from and enjoying an invincible melancholy. When she learned two months into the marriage
how important his melancholy was to him, that he was very interested in altering her joy to a more
academic gloom, that he equated lovemaking with communion and the Holy Grail, she simply left.
She had not lived by the sea all those years, listened to the wharfman's songs all that time, to spend
her life in the soundless cave of Elihue's mind.

Soaphead was revolted by Bob and wished he would hurry up and die. He regarded this wish for the
dog's death as humane, for he could not bear, he told himself, to see anything suffer. It did not occur to
him that he was really concerned about his own suffering, since the dog had adjusted himself to frailty
and old age.

But this neatness, the neatness of Dante, was in the orderly sectioning and segregating of all levels of
evil and decay. In the world it was not so. The most exquisite-looking ladies sat on toilets, and the
most dreadful-looking had pure and holy yearnings.

INFO: Jane & Dick primer

All of us--all who knew her--felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her. We were so
beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her
pain made us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humor. Her
inarticulateness made us believe we were eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous. Even her waking
dreams we used-- to silence our own nightmares. And she let us, and thereby deserved our contempt.
We honed our egos on her, padded our characters with her frailty, and yawned in the fantasy of our
strength. And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely
licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved.

Hitchens: "If you gave Falwell an enema, you could bury him in a matchbox."
Gut Symmetries The new physics belch at the politely seated table of common sense.
Frankl - Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined
whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your

inner freedom; which determined whether or not you would become the plaything of circumstance,
renouncing freedom and dignity to become molded into the form of the typical inmate.

What was really needed was a fundamental change in our attitude toward life. We had to learn ourselves and,
furthermore, we had to teach the despairing men, that it did not really matter what we expected from life, but
rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of
ourselves as those who were being questioned by life daily and hourly. Our answer must consist, not in talk
and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct. Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find
the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual.

Moon Tiger The least I can do is try to behave now in a way that she would consider
decent. And decency consists in leaving things unsaid, ignoring the inescapable, applying
oneself to inessentials.
1956 It was as if Hungary was not another place but another time, and therefore
inaccessible.
We all act as hinges fortuitous links between other people
Anonymous Na nezvislos a demokraciu sa tu hrme vetci. Rozdiel je len v tom, kto
udva pravidl.
Somerset Maugham Art for arts sake makes no more sense than gin for gins sake.
Mark Gungor Unforgiveness is like taking poison hoping the other guy would die.
Roger Scruton It may be that human beings arent created by political conditions but that
political conditions are created by human beings.

Theodore Dalrymple To Have or To Be - The first phrase of the message caught my

attention: More than 500 million adults worldwide now have obesity.Have obesity, please
notenot are obese, much less are fat. Would anyone have written 500 million adults
worldwide now have fatness? So it seems that there might be something in a name after all.

To have obesity is to suffer from an illness, like multiple sclerosissomething that

happens to you by virtue of an impersonal fate. To be obese is simply a physical
description that leaves open the question of how you became obese in the first place.
Eating, the most elementary of social activities, had become in these settings solitary,
almost solipsistic, having lost all connection with anything except the appetite of the
moment: and appetite grows by what it feeds on.
The inevitable existence of circumstances does not mean absence or abrogation of choice.
... false and sentimental belief that, in taxing people with even partial responsibility for
their downfall, you must thereby be withdrawing all sympathy from them.
It is sentimentaland, in the last analysis, condescending, dehumanizing, and even
brutalto regard people with self-destructive habits as simply victims of circumstances,
who contribute nothing to their unhappy situation.
It is likely that the effort that people make in any endeavor is proportional to how much
they believe that they influence its outcome.
INFO: Part of the current formula for rationing bariatric surgery in our system is a Body
Mass Index (the weight of the patient in kilos divided by the height, in meters squared)
greater than 40that is, no operations for people with BMIs of less than 40, or 35, if
diabetes or severe hypertension is also present.
...[British Overweight Surgery Patients Associations rules to follow after surgery]... Do
not these golden rules require precisely the kind of self-control the supposed sheer
impossibility of which for the fat person is the justification in the first place for regarding
obesity, and not merely its consequences, as a disease?

George Eliot ...for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric
acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing
to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life and rest in unvisited tombs.
Socrates - "The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in
developing the capacity to enjoy less."

Dominik Tatarka - Krajina je vtvarnm dielom nroda."

Robert Frost Free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.
Carlos Luis Zafn - Los ricos queran serlo an ms. Los poderosos queran ms
poder. Los mezquinos queran sentirse santos y los santos queran ser castigados
por pecados que lamentaban no haber tenido el valor de cometer.
Anonym Nos mean y los peridicos dicen que llueve.