War may be an auction for countries. For soldiers it's a lottery.
David MitchellWriting poetry's,' I looked around the solarium, but Madame Crommelynck's got a tractor beam, 'sort of . . . gay.'
'"Gay"? A merry activity?'
This was hopeless. 'Writing poems is . . . what creeps and poofters do.'
'So are you one of these „creeps”?
'No.'
'Then you are a „pooof-ter”, whatever one is?'
'No!'
'Then your logic is eluding me.
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But,' I ducked the subject, 'don't heaps of artists use pseudonyms?'
'Who?'
'Um . . .' Only Cliff Richard and Sid Vicious came to mind.
Tags: humor
But you have read Madame Bovary?'
(I'd never heard of her books.) 'No.
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Linnaeus's last lesson, of which he himself was unaware, was that professorships kill philosophers. Oh, I'm vain enough to want my burgeoning Flora Japonica to be published one day--as a votive offering to human knowledge--but a seat at Uppsala, or Leiden, or Cambridge, holds no allure. My heart is the East's in this lifetime. This is my third year in Nagasaki, and I have work enough for another three, or six. During the court embassy I can see landscapes no European botanist ever saw. My seminarians are keen young men--with one young woman--and visiting scholars bring me specimens from all over the empire.
David MitchellTags: marinus
The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.
David MitchellTags: marinus
It's true, reading too many novels makes you go blind.
David MitchellThe uncreated and the dead exist solely in our actual and virtual pasts.
David MitchellIt's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.
David MitchellWriting is such a damn lonely sickness.
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