“it wasn’t torpor that kept her – she was often restless to the point of irritability.”
– “Atonement,” Ian McEwan

There are times when a single sentence resonates so deeply as to seem to sum up one’s entire life. This is one of those sentences.

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currently reading: “The Mayor of Casterbridge”

“whose coat had the fine polish about the collar, elbows, seams, and shoulder-blades that long-continued friction with grimy surfaces will produce, and which is usually more desired on furniture than clothes.”
– Thomas Hardy, “The Mayor of Casterbridge”

That phrase “more desired on furniture than clothes” is impossibly evocative: is the character furniture? was he furniture? He touches filth and grime now enough to shine his clothes, but insists on referring for a female character for her breeding and his having rubbed elbows in fine social circles as proof enough to know.

Hardy’s indication, immediately following the above quote, that he had been “groom or coachman to some neighboring county family” gives him proof of life in both having rubbed those now shiny elbows with families of breeding or wealth enough to employ a groom or coachman and, simultaneously, an excuse to discuss women in the same manner as horses.



“but now, in winter, when everything is inanimate, living nature no longer covers the dead; in snowy outline the past can be read more clearly.”
–“Doctor Zhivago,” Boris Pasternak

there’s something to be said for waking up to the sort of snow cylinders that occur only in the most specific of weather conditions.