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The greatest humiliation of his life
“Undoubtedly Dante himself had envisioned this meeting differently. Nothing in the preceding pages indicates that the greatest humiliation of his life awaits him here.” By Theophil Spoerri, taken from ‘The Meeting in a Dream’, one of Jorge Luis Borges’s Dantesque Essays. Purgatorio: Canto XXX When the Septentrion of the highest heaven (Which never either [...]
Plot, the first and most important thing in Tragedy
VII These principles being established, let us now discuss the proper structure of the Plot, since this is the first and most important thing in Tragedy. Now, according to our definition, Tragedy is an imitation of an action that is complete, and whole, and of a certain magnitude; for there may be a whole that [...]
Mangan’s sister
When the short days of winter came dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung [...]
Writing like Shakespeare
Hope, they say, deserts us at no period of our existence. From first to last, and in the face of smarting disillusions, we continue to expect good fortune, better health and better conduct; and that so confidently, that we judge needless to deserve them. I think it improbable that I shall ever write like Shakespeare, [...]
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The sea at Kamakura – Extract from No Longer Human
The two of us spent that morning wandering around Asakusa. We went into a lunch stand and drank a glass of milk. She said, “You pay this time.” I stood up, took out my wallet and opened it. Three copper coins. It was less shame than horror that assaulted me at that moment. I suddenly [...]
Posted in By others, Japanese literature Also tagged donald keene, extract, japanese literature, no longer human, osamu dazai, translations Leave a comment
Letter from Bernard Shaw to Sylvia Beach
Dear Madam, I have read fragments of Ulysses in its serial form. It is a revolting record of a disgusting phase of civilization, but it is a truthful one; and I should like to put a cordon round Dublin; round up every male person in it between the ages of 15 and 30; force them [...]
Thursday – Extract from The Man who was Thursday
SUCH were the six men who had sworn to destroy the world. Again and again Syme strove to pull together his common sense in their presence. Sometimes he saw for an instant that these notions were subjective, that he was only looking at ordinary men, one of whom was old, another nervous, another short-sighted. The [...]
Pink and red hibiscus – Extract from Wide Sargasso Sea
I did not look up though I saw him at the window but rode on without thinking till I came to the rocks. People here call them Mounes Mors (the Dead Ones). Preston shied at them, they say horses always do. Then he stumbled badly, so I dismounted and walked along with the bridle over [...]
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The greater torment
The demons told me that there is a hell for the sentimental and the pedantic. There they are abandoned in an interminable palace, more empty than full, and windowless. The damned walk about, as if searching for something, and, as we might expect, they soon begin to say that tthe greater torment consists in not [...]
Posted in By others, Jorge Luis Borges Also tagged borges, casares, dreams, Fiction, swedenborg 1 Comment
Chieko’s sadness – extract from The Old Capital