Barcelona, Spain
A Moveable Feast
"In Africa, a thing isv only true at first light and a lie by the afternoon and you have no more respect for it than for the lvely, perfect weed-fringed lake you see across the sun-baked salt plain. You have walked across that plain in the morning and you know that no such lake is there. But now it is there absolutely true, beautiful and believable." -Hemingway
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
About Me
- Name: Daniel
- Location: St. Louis, Missouri, United States
"The candleflame and the image of the candleflame caught in the pierglass twisted and righted when he entered the hall and again he shut the door. He took off his hat and came slowly forward. In his black suit he stood in the dark glass where the lilies leaned so palely from their waisted cutglass vase. Along the cold hallway behind him hung the portraits of forebears only dimly known to him all framed in glass and dimly lit above the narrow wainscotting. He looked down at the guttered candlestub. He pressed his thumbprint in the warm wax pooled on the oak veneer. Lastly he looked at the faxe so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping." -McCarthy
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