Gone fishing
The responsibility now falls upon you to make it all happen
Well, in any case it is certainly an improvement on your appearance the last time I saw you
But to express cogitations is not to perform them
Most people assumed it was just a stage-trick
All of it made noise that merged together into a mad grind
They appeared to be celebrating something
Working late hours?
You and I are but earth
But naturally, Cap’n – we’re all in a panic, don’t you see?
Just so – if only we could jump fast enough, or had a strong enough wind at our backs, we could all be planets
Damn me, I’d almost forgotten about that old thing
What can he possibly be thinking
It was a sincere request for information
What if Newton was right, and all the others wrong?
Nothing here is going according to plan
Do you have any idea why I’m different?
State your intentions, Muse. I know you’re there
We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same
Don’t worry, the old man said, winking. I’ll sing one of my short ones.
It’s hard to tell sometimes what people are
I unpacked my bag and found a dead cockroach
It was as if he were seeing her for the first time
They don’t give you a manual
I didn’t mean to make such terrible decisions
He knew none of the street names or city centers
She would devote her life to these creatures
Slipping out in the dark he would track night-scented flowers in the summer woods
She would not let them see how they had unsettled her
He had several favourite retreats
Such happy memories of earlier days
It did not occur to her that he might be protecting himself
She was a puzzle to him
The country he had broken out of was all unknown to them
How delightful to see you!
There was something unusual about him, or something behind him
And there is a dignity in people; a solitude
Try to think as little about yourself as possible
He had, especially in the evening, these sudden thunderclaps of fear
He knew the meaning of the world, he said
Like the pulse of a perfect heart, life struck straight through the streets
Not a sound was to be heard above the traffic
Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on
He was almost too well dressed always
My, my. You’re turning down a beer?
Of course, you know Masaccio was the first to make use of Brunelleschi’s architectural perspective?
You see, Masaccio made an astonishing leap between the style of the San Giovanni triptych and the Trinity
No other painter, not even Leonardo, changed so quickly and with such amazing results
You must see this vaulted ceiling. The perspective, the blurring, the vanishing point
What is interesting is that the doctrine fo redemption is also a blurring, a sfumatura, of space and time
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