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People who don’t like their beliefs being laughed at shouldn’t have such funny beliefs.

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At this stage of the proceedings I was handed a large colored reproduction of the well-known self-portrait by Cézanne—the head and shoulders of a man in a large straw hat, red-cheeked, red-lipped, with rich black whiskers and a dark unfriendly eye. It is a magnificent painting; but it was not as a painting that I now saw it. For the head promptly took on a third dimension and came to life as a small goblin-like man looking out through a window in the page before me. I started to laugh. And when they asked me why, “What pretensions!” I kept repeating. “Who on earth does he think he is?” The question was not addressed to Cézanne in particular, but to the human species at large. Who did they all think they were?

Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

© Clouds over Canterbury

© Clouds over Canterbury

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We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky,
and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.
Leonard Cohen, Stories of the Streets

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky,

and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.

Leonard Cohen, Stories of the Streets


Parce que, dans la vie, il y a certes un dangereux quotient de rêve, mais dans les rêves aussi, il faut savoir lire sa vie, voir plus loin qu’elle. Voir plus loin que soi. Je sais d’expérience que c’est difficile et que souvent, cela fait mal. Mais si vous voulez qu’au moins en une chose je me vante, je vous dirai que, de cette vie gâchée qui fut la mienne, il me reste pourtant un sujet d’orgueil : j’ai appris quand j’ai mal, à ne pas crier.
Cela m’a beaucoup servi ces jours-ci.

Louis Aragon (La valse des adieux)

Radiolab

So Andrea told me about this Radiolab Podcast. It’s truly amazing, do check it out.


And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

Gabriel García Márquez

Garden, 7th April 2011.