2093. IN A NEW REALM OF TIME

IN A NEW REALM OF TIME

Wheedle me the sinecure if you can. I will

sit here waiting, as I once more read 'The

Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge.'

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I have broken this book into 60 separate

sections by my pen - titleing and naming

each so I can more easily find what I

wish to review. Death, lace, girls, women,

finery, lancers, song, ghosts, Avignon, Paris,

family, wealth, tapestries...and all the rest.

It just goes on, perhaps a bit too 'sensitive'

and feeling for my own taste, but magical

nonetheless, in its own way.

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I do not like, really, the manner in which

the eye is seen seeing, the piner to pine

forevermore without his satisfaction

ever be secured. It's almost sad and

psychotic, the way it runs on and about.

And then to end, first with all the Avignon

material and then - at conculsion - the

Prodigal Son seen through drooping eyes

and a very sad hand, a very sad hand indeed.