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emily
is on page 39 of 150
‘Great thirsty heat—trembling—tenderness so painful I thought my heart would burst—People are full of surprises—even for themselves, if they have been stirred enough—it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget—the madness of the denial of pain—the world—mostly divided between madmen who remember & madmen who forget. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘faint heart never won fair athlete, that’s for sure.’’
— Mar 25, 2026 01:29PM
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emily
is on page 108 of 150
‘—in some grotesque spirit of celebration, I ordered a Scotch & soda—under the scalding sun—the landscape of my heart—what was I going to do—She wore the strangest smile I had ever seen—If fate ever allowed her to reach me, she would kill me with just that smile. I’m sick of this city—Giovanni turned & looked at me. His eyes were red—wet—it was composed of cruelty & shame & delight. He began to cry—I made no sound.’
— Apr 03, 2026 12:39PM
emily
is on page 87 of 150
‘Not all my memorising—prepared me for the metamorphosis which my memorising had helped to bring about—With—fearful intimation there opened in me a hatred for Giovanni—nourished by the same roots—cowardice of his figure of speech. This was not the garbage of Paris, which would have been anonymous—I knew it because I wanted to live—blue smoke from a cigarette—beneath these faces—power and—sorrow of the disconnected.’
— Mar 30, 2026 05:49PM
emily
is on page 78 of 150
‘And if you think of them as dirty, then they will be dirty—they will be dirty because you will be giving nothing, you will be despising your flesh and his. But you can make your time together anything but dirty, you can give each other something which will make both of you better—forever—if you will not be ashamed, if you will only not play it safe—and perhaps one day this morning will not be ashes in your mouth.’
— Mar 29, 2026 05:39PM
emily
is on page 69 of 150
‘Time’s not water—we’re not fish & you can choose to be eaten & also not to eat—not to eat the little fish—Confusion is a luxury which only—the young can—afford & you are not that young any more—jolly aura of conviction—self-interest—altruistic glow—I ordered black coffee & a cognac—Giovanni—far from me—between an old man who looked like a receptacle of all the world’s dirt & disease—I looked at him, & said nothing.’
— Mar 27, 2026 12:18PM
emily
is on page 8 of 150
‘My face is like a face you have seen many times—I can see her—tense—glittering—surrounded by the light which fills the salon of the ocean liner—drinking—too fast—laughing—That was how I met her—in a bar in St. Germain des Pres—she was drinking & watching, & that was why I liked her—That was how it began—And these nights—under a foreign sky—no penalties attached—Life gives these & also takes them away—across—ocean—’
— Mar 24, 2026 02:51PM
