okay! hope no one read today’s entry before i’d the chance to disappear it. wow!
finally finished portrait of the artist after approximately two months. it took me so very long because a) i’m so very busy and b) the book is rather exhausting. I mark pages of books as I read them so I can copy down interestworthy parts:
What did it profit a man to gain the whole world if he lost his soul? At last he had understood: and human life lay around him, a plain of peace whereon antlike men laboured in brotherhood, their dead sleeping under quiet mounds. The elbow of his companion touched him and his heart was touched: and when he spoke to answer a question of his master he heard his own voice full of the quietude of humility and contrition.
Ah, there must be terrible queer creatures at the latter end of the world.
quoted quote: Yeats’ He [Michael Robartes] remembers forgotten beauty
When my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
That has long faded from the world
there were quite a few more but I didn’t end up copying them all, and also forgot to note page numbers.. anyway. my favourite part, which I couldn’t possibly have copied as it’s 3 or so pages long, was when schoolboy Stephen was so unfairly striped. O the agony, the humiliation, the injustice.
Lionel, my neighbour, was walking his giant crazy dog at sunup, as he always does, along the beach, and encountered a washed up dead body! a few days ago a man had dived into Yorkey’s Knob (a beach further down) to rescue his drowning son, but got washed away, and hadn’t been found. evil as it is, I would like to encounter a washed up dead body some day.