‘The capitalism of Like should come with a warning label: Protect me from what I want.’
‘Luxury as a freedom - like play that is truly free - can be thought only beyond the world of work and consumption. Viewed in this light, it stands close to asceticism.’
‘True happiness comes from what runs riot, lets go, is exuberant and loses meaning - the excessive and superfluous.’
unfortunately, outside of these fair declarations, the judgments that were pass from a place of superiority undermined the effectiveness of comparative philosophical discourse.
Oh, the dramatics of it all… Beautiful prose, of course, with an interesting selection of adjectives at times that have that distinct 20th-century quality to them. Definitely reads more like a string of consciousness than anything more construed as far as cautionary tales go, which was pleasing, though, man, Toni Hofmiller is a complete puff(derogatory)((though in the reclamative tone of a lesbian woman)). The diagloues we’re engaging and so believable, no flowerly or suspended disbelief, which really drew me in. I’m happy to have learnt about Zweig’s friend and of my time spent uncovering the highly emotional Kekesfalva’s.
A comic!! how fun, I thought; what a tragic concoction of passages, I realised...
Bechdel’s hold on language is God-sent. As a queer person raised in a catholic albeit unconventional household, Bechdel’s familial dynamics in the Creek rang dangerously close to home… I found comfort in this Fun House— my own fascination with the aesthetics of masculinity led to a false identity of bisexuality. The use of grey was a beautiful stylistic choice for the comic, the interlinking of chapters so effortlessly well-done, and my biggest emotional takeaway right now is that I need to know how Bechdel would describe everything in the world, ever. Big up dykes.
‘And indeed, if our family was a sort of artists’ colony, could it not be even more accurately described as a mildly autistic colony?’
‘He did hurtle into the sea, of course. But in the tricky reverse narration that impels our entwined stories, he was there to catch me when I leapt.’
‘Truly, nothing in the world has occupied my thoughts as much as the Self, this riddle, that I live, that I am one and am separated and different from everybody else, that I am Siddhartha; and about nothing in the world do I know less than about myself, about Siddhartha...’
‘I have asked the river, my friend, I have asked it many times, and the river shook itself with laughter at our folly. Water will go with water,’
‘Everything that was not suffered to the end and finally concluded, recurred, and the same sorrows were undergone,’