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It was in that sense
that G. never sought out his “equals”. He disdained his equals as a source of life.
and cut the chain of life with bad attention. And the other? The other would be the one to be alerted. Would receive the communication as if from nature, from a lake, from a forest! This other would be the being itself [alive].
feeling of “shelter”.
whatever was conscious would not be disturbed in creation, would not have an enemy — and could even use the pretenses that are necessary for it to be true. there would be no one to notice these pretenses
if they understood with consciousness and the head. It was a wrong contact, caused an aridity, a short circuit! The communication had to be between someone who was not disturbed by the other’s consciousness. And this other, without consciousness, would have in itself only a
the friendships had dried up because of an essential moment and a kind of revulsion that followed.
It didn’t seem “natural” — and in this case “natural” was the antonym of “perverted” — it didn’t seem natural for people to
important thing soon noticed him, the eyes blinked. Not about
tot the thing itself supposedly, but in regard in a conscious way, with modesty [mutual] concerning the fact that they touch on important things. Many
But the communication did not [do any good]. Deep down, he didn’t want her. She had already experienced the communication a thousand times, and it was always something dry and sensible. With friends: [they talked], [talked], and if for a moment they said something
He felt that no act had ever symbolized him. his intimate unity had never broken down or surrendered as a unit. What a man was, was short of his life. And that humanity was an abstraction.
– I leave the milk cooking until it is thick — then I drink it — like a cream.
– That’s pure sensuality!. she laughed referring more to the tone with which he spoke[had spoken], than to phrase itself. soon after speaking, she regretted it slightly, for there were words which,
pronounced, they created a false atmosphere, as if harboring [duties] or attitudes. “Sensuality” was one of those ambiguous words. He noted the word with a quicker blink of the eyes but jumped over his own perspicacity and kept talking. He was however more cheerful.
It seemed strange and indifferent to me. He seemed like a person who knew very well how things ended. She could not escape the order of the day — each hour seemed to impose an activity on him and none left him free. The impression was of being held prisoner
the destination was so strong and real that, gazing at the morning, he seemed surprised that so much ineffability and grace could be chains.