Nov. 19th, 2013
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Company oppresses me. The presence of another person derails my thoughts.
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When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Yes, talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial, and in them intelligence gleams like an image in a mirror.
-- Fernando Pessoa, “The Book of Disquiet”
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Company oppresses me. The presence of another person derails my thoughts.
[...]
When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Yes, talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial, and in them intelligence gleams like an image in a mirror.
-- Fernando Pessoa, “The Book of Disquiet”
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The Neighbor
Nov. 19th, 2013 06:00 pmThe next-door neighbor his doing his yipee-hollering routine again. Not one of the kids, but the elder head of household, who may be in his fifties. Is he playing with the dog? If he is, it seems like a scary sort of playing. I don’t know. But I’m afraid that he scares our cats away with that piercing yodeling. At least this is a very rare urge in him.