“That is what death means. We exist in the minds of other people, in thousands of memory clusters, and one by one those clusters fade and disappear. Some years from now, at a funeral with a slide show, only one person will be able to say who we were. Then no one will know.”
Working in the Dark
“You can never tell what you want to do, till you see what you have done,” Henry Adams wrote.
Keynes
I am spellbound. This is the most beautiful creature I have ever listened to. Does he belong to our species? Or is he from some other order? There is something mythic and fabulous about him. I sense in him something massive and sphinx like, and yet also a hint of wings.
Striking the Scale
By making a cake for friends, West insists, “one is striking a low note on a scale that is struck higher up by Beethoven and Mozart”.
Black Lamb and Grey Falcon
“West’s intention was ‘to show the past side by side with the present it created’ and part of her achievement is to reveal how even an apparently ahistorical sensation – the scent of a plucked flower, say – is saturated with the smell of the past. Geography and history, to make the same point rather more sweepingly, cannot always be distinguished from one another”
Anonymous
Mr. Hammond’s neighbors on Tuesday described him as a friendly man who dressed eccentrically, sometimes wearing mismatched shoes and, other times, suspenders. He sat on the front porch of the red brick house where he rented a first-floor apartment, and sometimes played the banjo and made up songs about the goings-on on the street.
Secret to Life
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