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.
Mots clés humor
But,' I ducked the subject, 'don't heaps of artists use pseudonyms?'
'Who?'
'Um . . .' Only Cliff Richard and Sid Vicious came to mind.
Mots clés humor
But you have read Madame Bovary?'
(I'd never heard of her books.) 'No.
Mots clés humor literature
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 MitchellMots clés marinus
The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.
David MitchellMots clés 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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