"Men, Women and Other Anticlimaxes"
Jul. 18th, 2005 12:33 pm[Query: What's a good collective noun for metaphors, 'a bouquet of'?] Here, metaphors serve the function of wall mirrors in small rooms - they create the impression of spacial depth.
- I looked at him and at myself in one glance, as if we were two arms of an angle. The image, distant as it was, displeased me nonetheless. I didn't want to be connected with him at all.
- What is wit,... but the tickle of the broken edges rubbing together?
- In his opposed thumb lies his destiny. How gratefully the tool fits there, like a handshake over a bargain made and sealed.
- Is there a tool for each trial of heart and mind? can we hold happiness in a vise? Can a keyhole saw carve sadness from the soul? Will a diagonal plier reach the throbbing nerves in the brain?... Pump oil will lubricate the rusty vestiges of desire. <> A coat of paint covers a multitude of sins. He will line up his family on the lawn and slosh them with gaiety.
- [Rodolphe in Madame Bovary said about Emma:] Poor thing, she gasps for love as a carp gasps for air on the kitchen table.
- Behaving badly is a vacation from the self, a safari into the jungle of tooth and claw.
- a bathroom .. where I can be steamed open like a love letter
- We manipulate symbols, wear white gloves of abstraction.
- A person whose attic is full is like someone with sinusitis.
- These things we hoard up here like squirrels, will they tide us over the winter of our discontent?
Giorgio de Chirico, einfuhlung, Esalen.
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