youmissyouroldfamiliarfriends:
arguably the best passage of IJ:
big time.
Amazing passage. Would like to read this book some day.
Tomorrow, my parents are going away to celebrate their anniversary. While they’re gone, I will cook mussels:
Here you go. I was going to use my phone app if I got bored enough tonight.
Good advice for treatment of diapositives
We do what we can to make your copies of dias as good as possible. All loose dust can be removed by us, except dust that is stuck fast or between the glass of dias in a showcase, will return to your copies and cannot ??? flecks of dust, (and something about advertising?)
Best regards,
Døhlen’s Photo Laboratory A/S, Strømmen
I lost it a bit with the “p.g.a.” part
Goldie - Timeless
It’s 11pm. Time for a gherkin I guess.
"Not to be confused with that state of political bigotry, mental obstinacy, financial security, sensual atrophy, emotional penury, and spiritual collapse which, under the name “maturity,” animated lives around him, it might be said that Reverend Gwyon had reached maturity."
— William Gaddis, The Recognitions
"Above, another blue day, (upstairs) the room papered with green-capped pink-faced dogs, and the button drawer, only apparitions move to perfection, there! Pray the Lord to keep you from lying, there, O spectral stabat mater may I go out and play the violin outside to the town wearing its sinside inside and not a soul in sight. Church bells inspissated the air, dropping it in sharp fragments. He sat down in his place at table, excused by the falling weights of the bells, and motionless when they had done. There, old vicary, congratulate my refuge, the saneside outside sheltering the insane inside: to present the static sane side outside to another outside saneside, to be esteemed for that outsane side while all the while the insaneside attacks your outsane side as though we weren’t both playing the same game, and gone down Summer Street (singing unchristian songs) the inane sinside, pocketing a cool million wearing the shoutside outside and the doubtside inside, the vileside inside and the violinside outside skipping dancing and foretelling things too come all ye faithful, of thine own give we back to thee."
— William Gaddis, The Recognitions
