Saturday, October 18, 2008
I was hunger and you fed me
"The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us."
Robert Louis Stevenson
"Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel will be minutely and multitudinously scratched in all directions; but place now against it a lighted candle and lo! the scratches will seem to arrange themselves in a fine series of concentric circles round that little sun. It is demonstrable that the scratches are going everywhere impartially, and it is only your candle which produces the flattering illusion of a concentric arrangement. These things are a parable. The scratches are events, and the candle is the egoism of any person."
George Eliot - Middlemarch - Chapter XXVII
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ThePoliteArt at 7:04 AM