Sep. 24th, 2014

monk111: (Effulgent Days)
Great! While I am sleeping in the big room (or trying to), Ash and Sammy are dozing in my room. I let them in the house at around six. I was up because I was suffering another digestive bout of food poisoning. Since they wanted to stay inside, I decided to switch to the big room, and the door to my room was not fully closed. The rest writes itself.
monk111: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
We have a literary-rich article, providing a treasure trove of quotations, on dying writers and their last works, their last thoughts about their work, their last disappointments. All writers have to live with the ultimate deadline. I have to keep a few morsels for myself.

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“You speak endlessly of death and you don’t die.”

-- Franz Kafka


“It wasn’t part of my plan to live to be this old.”

-- André Gide


“I should have liked to produce a good book. This has not come about, but the time is past in which I could improve it.”

-- Ludwig Wittgenstein, preface to Philosophical Investigations, which was only published after his death


“I was within a hair’s breadth of the last opportunity for pronouncement, and I found with humiliation that probably I would have nothing to say.”

-- Joseph Conrad

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[Source: Roger Grenier, "Last Works" in The American Scholar]

Cats

Sep. 24th, 2014 10:14 pm
monk111: (Effulgent Days)
This is the first day that the cats spent the whole day outside. I brought the plate of food outside to oblige them. When I picked up the plate to take it in the house this evening, I was surprised by Sammy's plaintive growling. It took me a moment to realize that he would have liked the plate to stay outside. The problem is that the ratso creatures are apparently nocturnal.
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