Ugly is irrelevant. It is an immeasurable insult to a woman, and then supposedly the worst crime you can commit as a woman. But ugly, as beautiful, is an illusion. A matter of taste, a whim, an eye, a beholder, an opinion, a spin, light crossing the frame, paint, projection. The moment. Context.
An old trucker threw this book through my car window one day years ago after a 2-hour long conversation I had with him on the floor of the travel essay section at Barnes & Nobles. He had really wanted me to have this, and couldn’t find it on the shelves until after I had left.
I have since then done the same and passed this book along to other people sharing the same dream. Stumbling here would mean the same thing.
”Depend on it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge, you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”
--Sherlock Holmes on his ignorance of contemporary literature, philosophy, and politics.
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“Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, ‘What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?’ Instead, they demand: ‘How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?’ Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (photo via bohomarket)
"I used to work with an old man that claimed to be part of Henry’s security detail for a time. He absolutely confirmed that Kissinger was a giant horn-dog. His main concern was not diplomatic issues, but getting that next broad into his bed. My co-worker claimed to have spent many a night standing outside a hotel room door while hearing the moans of sex."
Don’t worry, Kissinger, you are loved by some. Oh yes, this does mean I believe in depopulating the world as well.