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352 pages, Hardcover
First published June 7, 2018
“What I do, Gael, has taught me something no university on the planet could have had on syllabus. And that is we have a simple choice to make. Do we aspire to have worth and influence and risk tragedy; or do we aspire towards love and togetherness and risk that it won’t have been enough. You can’t have both aspirations equally weighted.”
Gael couldn’t respond to this. She didn’t know what he was asking …. [she] stood up .. and Jarleth held out his arms for a hug. But Gael felt that there was a contract in the hug and she hadn’t read the fine print.
“You were only twelve” Jarleth says, “maybe younger when I told you to memorise a maxim about the art of business. Do you recall it. I told you: commit it to memory and return to it later to see if it pans out.” Gael looked at her father’s loosened tie the way she had done as a child when she needed the special focus he demands of you. “Business is the art of extracting money from another man’s pocked without reverting to violence”
“How could movements of deterritorialization and processes of reterritorialization not be relative, always connected, caught up in one another? The orchid deterritorializes by forming an image, a tracing a wasp; but the wasp reterritorializes on that image. The wasp is nevertheless deterritorialized, becoming a piece in the orchid’s reproductive apparatus. But it reterritorializes the orchid by transporting its pollen. Wasp and orchid, as heterogeneous elements, form a rhizome …………. A becoming-wasp of the orchid and a becoming-orchid of the wasp.”
People get locked into one mode …… related to how they were, or what their profession was, but tangentially. If someone was a social butterfly, they might get stuck in that loop, where you can’t get off the subject of arrival and departure and what’s to eat and drink and where are the napkins, or others maybe their thought-rut will be dirtier, darker. And it’s a horrible shock for people who knew them. It makes sense an actuary’s default state would be one of suspicion
She's wearing the interview shoes. No bandages. No stockings. No ointment or relief. When she put the shoes back on, the pain reminded her of a wasp sting: the sharp difference in positions of attack and defense.
The orchid deterritorializes by forming an image, a tracing of a wasp; but the wasp reterritorializes on that image. The wasp is nevertheless deterritorialized, becoming a piece in the orchid's reproductive apparatus. But it reterritorializes the orchid by transporting its pollen. Wasp and orchid, as heterogeneous elements, form a rhizome. It could be said that the orchid imitates the wasp, reproducing its image in a signifying fashion (mimesis, mimicry, lure, etc.). But this is true only on the level of the strata – a paralellism between two strata such that a plant organization on one imitates an animal organization on the other. At the same time, something else entirely is going on: not imitation at all but a capture of code, surplus value of code, an increase in valence, a veritable becoming, a becoming-wasp of the orchid and a becoming-orchid of the wasp. Each of these becomings brings about the deterritorialization of one term and the reterritorialization of the other; the two becomings interlink and form relays in a circulation of intensities pushing the deterritorialization ever further. There is neither imitation nor resemblance, only an exploding of two heterogeneous series on the line of flight composed by a common rhizome that can not be attributed to or subjugated by anything signifying.
Sive's will to live now seemed gossamer-sheer, fickle as a whim. She'd become a muted rendition of herself. It was true; she'd always been what busybody misogynists bitterly described as a “hard woman,” the very oxymoron embodied. But that's the problem with gossips; they have no register for nuance. There's refusing to applaud when a Ryanair plane lands and there's neglecting to congratulate your son for coming Highly Commended in the regional watercolour championships for under-eighteens. Not all coldnesses are equivalent: a person's spirit can freeze at almost any temperature.
Even if he wanted to, Guthrie couldn't hear her. It's like a helmet – he had once explained – that mutes all familiar, consoling sounds and amplifies instead the anonymous: changes in direction of the wind, paws clicking asphalt, the lick of substances dissolving in fluid, sun salutations, whistling, gases, glass cracking, hue and cry, tides retreating, fast-food wrappers, keys, leashes, cartilage, prognoses.
It's not merit that's earned you your wealth. It's having been let in on the rules of the game, thanks to being a straight white guy born into a 'good' family. For good, read rich.
Gael's pale lips were there, and the shadows beneath her breasts, and the stubborn wishbone of her hips. The diamond hollow where her ribs met. The tongue to slip round the avocado of her sybaritic core.