![]() ![]() We now have a section of relics of Kline’s bones brought to him by men called Paul. “That night he had dreams of conflagration, scattered bits and fragments of burning that seemed, he reflected later, to be assembled from many moments of smoke or fire, benign or otherwise,…”Įarlier today, before reading this section of the Evenson, I happened to quote a resonating passage from Eleanor Farjeon at the e-link here: Īn appropriate painting, too, to the left that I photographed a few days ago while still on holiday. You can even see this book in my pocket! (These photos NOT to be replicated elsewhere!! Copyrighted only to this page!) This is a genuine coincidence that I have noticed after her having just sent me this photo and its companion. Just got caught out by sudden heavy rain and having donned an ‘emergency poncho’ that makes me seem to be armless. My wife happened to take this photo this morning, as she was wickedly amused by my glum expression. I told you earlier that this book is my holiday reading. Extremely disarming - in more ways than one. ![]() A powerful book, both serious and absurd. And striptease by a woman that you won’t believe, unless you’ve read my story ‘Queuing Behind Crazy People’, and then you still won’t believe it. Cleave means both to cleave and uncleave, both to divide and to heal. This novel is genuinely as invasive as some of its cleavers. Reality is a desperate and evasive creature.” “…everything is a reconstruction of something else. ![]()
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