… je me suis apercu que de tout temps j’ai ete obsede par l’impossibilite de me rendre compte de certaines actions ou pensees soudaines de l’homme sans l’hypothese de l’intervention d’une force mechante exterieure de lui.
I realized that I’ve always been obsessed with my inability to understand certain abrupt actions or thoughts of man without hypothesizing the intervention of some malicious force acting outside of him.
Charles Baudelaire on the Devil
Gaston Leroux
Phantom of the opera in french, for one of my french classes. I think I understood most of it, and could even read without a dictionary if I felt like it.
L’existence n’est pas quelque chose qui se laisse penser de loin: il faut que ça vous envahisse brusquement, que ça s’arrête sur vous, que ça pèse lourd sur votre coeur comme une grosse bête immobile – ou alors il n’y a plus rien du tout.
(Existence isn’t something that lets you think of it from afar: it must be that it abruptly invades, steps on you, weighs heavily on your heart like a large immobile beast – otherwise it’s no longer anything at all.)
Jean-Paul Sartre, Le Nausée
THREE WEEKS is a small publication, and we concede that our immediate effect will be proportional. But, whether naive or prescient, we also enjoy thinking that some small flame will be set by our actions now, and one day when our children, or their children, are despicable perversions of the ideal we represent, that flame will spread and incinerate human ignorance, petty fears, and this species’ unforgivable herd-like obsession with being fashionable.
We shall elucidate trivia and minutiae in every branch of human knowledge, simply for the reason that it will be a revelation to the common mind. We shall frame ordinary thoughts with exquisite words, and dress the finest inspirations of human intelligence in monosyllabic dreck so that it can be grasped by the unfit. We shall soften the focus of the typical daily’s analysis, while yet seeing more sharply than the glossy monthlies of America’s doctor’s offices, or the dainty quarterlies of its coffee shops. We shall oppose prejudices and superstitions, and we shall assume a stance of provocation and skepticism.
I never thought Benchley was a real person, but I did love the story. Now the book is out.
One agency, ICM, figured out I was behind Benchley, and I decided if they could puzzle out my identity from the clues I left in Gary
Wiki* is tremendously neat. I (heart) free information.
And just hours after the dead tree release.
Wow – a collection of books available for free over the greatness which is the internet. All kinds of interesting books.
Ken Kesey
I liked this book a lot – it deals with the margins of society, the residents of an insane asylum, and how they fight the woman who is trying to mold them back into normal human beings. “The Combine,” the societies institution to keep everyone in line, is headed by this nurse, and the inmates are none in line with the combine.