Sublime

De quelque façon qu’on le prît, nous étions toujours pauvres et je faisais encore de petites économies en prétendant, par exemple, que j’étais invité à déjeuner, pour me promener pendant deux heures au Luxembourg et décrire, au retour, mon merveilleux déjeuner à ma femme. Quand vous avez vingt-cinq ans et que vous appartenez naturellement à la caté

“Don’t think, old man,” he said aloud. “Sail on this course and take it when it comes.

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath and Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut.

He died. When they carried him out of there I thought how peculiar it would of seemed to him if he could of seen it. It did to me and it wasnt even me. Dying aint in people’s plans, is it?

The Old Man and the Sea,

‘Somebody,’ said Jacques, ‘your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour—and in the oddest places!—for the lack of it.’

“Irish love of defeat, betrayal of himself.”

Sometimes someone would speak in a boat. But most of the boats were silent except for the dip of the oars. They spread apart after they were out of the mouth of the harbour and each one headed for the part of the ocean where he hoped to find fish.