I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
Iris MurdochStichwörter: fear stillness grief
Love doesn't think like that. All right, it's blind as a bat--'
'Bats have radar. Yours doesn't seem to be working.
Stichwörter: blindness bats radar love-hurts
But it was just luck really if the girls survived. You're like a man firing a machine gun into a supermarket who happens not to become a murderer.
Iris MurdochStichwörter: love women murder unrequited-love
However, on one occasion, several years ago, I was idiot enough to take a dose of LSD. (I did it to please a woman.) I had what is known as a 'bad trip'. It was a very bad trip. I shall not attempt to describe what I experienced on that dreadful and rather shameful occasion. (I will only add: it concerned entrails.) In fact it would be extremely hard, even impossible, to put it properly into words. It was something morally, spiritually horrible, as if one's stinking inside had emerged and become the universe: a surging emanation of dark half-formed spiritual evil, something never ever to be escaped from. 'Undetachable,' I remember, was a word which somehow 'came along' with the impression of it. In fact the visual images involved were dreadfully clear and, as it were, authoritative ones and they are rising up in front of me at this moment, and I will not write about them. Of course i never took LSD again.
Iris MurdochStichwörter: drugs lsd hallucinations
What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
Iris Murdoch(I think I fell in love with you when you were shouting at Romeo and Juliet, 'Don't touch each other!')
Iris MurdochStichwörter: love romeo-and-juliet
That's how vile i am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loathe it, I wish I were a bloody Scot, that's how bloody awful it is being Irish!
Iris MurdochStichwörter: hatred ireland scotland
The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomimes.
Iris MurdochStichwörter: humanity glory theatre transience
I may add here that one of the secrets of my happy life is that i have never made the mistake of learning to drive a car. I have never lacked people, usually women, longing to drive me withersoever I wanted. Why keep bitches and bark yourself?
Iris MurdochStichwörter: women cars driving bitches
The theatre is an attack on mankind carried on by magic: to victimize an audience every night, to make them laugh and cry and suffer and miss their trains. Of course actors regard audiences as enemies, to be deceived, drugged, incarcerated, stupefied. This is partly because the audience is also a court against which there is no appeal.
Iris MurdochStichwörter: acting actors theatre audiences
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