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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
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Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
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Νέος ἐφ’ ἡμέρῃ ἥλιος. [The sun is new every day.]
Heraclitus
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Every day is a new deal.
Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
*
I’m not afraid to get it right
I turn around and I give it
one more try
Sufjan Stevens, “Jacksonville”
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L’attention est la forme la plus rare et la plus pure de la générosité. [Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.]
Simone Weil, in a letter
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
I watched the video at the link---the sardines move like a murmuration of starlings!
ReplyDeleteThey should be flattered. :)
ReplyDeleteIn the middle of the night I thought,
ReplyDeletea susurration of sardines...
This list (and who knows what authority it has?) has a name: a family of sardines. Susurration has a better sound.
ReplyDelete"Family" sounds boring... better in Italian?
ReplyDeleteStill dull. How about a discotheque of sardines?
ReplyDeleteYES!!!
ReplyDelete...and they're dancing to "Sussudio"!
ReplyDeleteI’m laughing a lot. Where would we be without some sources of humor today? (Electoral College day.)
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