Monday, November 2, 2009

alice gull





















Now there is a moat around her he will never cross again. He will not even cup his hands to drink its waters. As if, having travelled all that distance to enter the castle in order to learn its wisdom for the grand cause, he now turns and walks away.

from Ondaatje's 'In the Skin of a Lion'

- The trouble with ideology, Alice, is that it hates the private. You must make it human.
- These are my favourite lines. I'll whisper them. 'I have taught you that the sky in all its zones is mortal... let me now re-emphasize the extreme looseness of the structure of all objects.'
In the darkness he can see just the faint aura of her hair.
- Say it again.

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