"Jeg saa paa min Niece for i hendes Øjne at søge en Tilskyndelse eller et Tegn, men hun vendte ikke Ansigtet om imod mig. Hun stirrede paa Dørgrebet. Hun stirrede paa det med det umenneskelige stive og hovmodige Blik, som jeg allerede en Gang havde bemærket. Hun var meget bleg, og jeg saa, at hun med en smertelig Bevægelse trak Overlæben op, saa hendes Tænder kom til Syne som en smal hvid Streg, og foran dette indre Drama, som pludselig afslørede sig for mig, og som var saa uendelig meget mere tragisk end det vage Ubehag, min egen Ubeslutsomhed fyldte mig med, mistede jeg de sidste Rester af Modstandskraft."
Translated by Paul la Cour.
mandag den 30. januar 2012
søndag den 29. januar 2012
onsdag den 25. januar 2012
mandag den 23. januar 2012
søndag den 22. januar 2012
lørdag den 21. januar 2012
torsdag den 19. januar 2012
Brideshead Revisited (1945)
"We pursued separate aims which brought us near to one another, but we remained strangers. She told me later that she had made a kind of note of me in her mind, as, scanning the shelf for a particular book, one will sometimes have one’s attention caught by another, take it down, glance at the title page and, saying ‘I must read that, too, when I’ve time,’ replace it, and continue the search."
onsdag den 18. januar 2012
tirsdag den 17. januar 2012
mandag den 16. januar 2012
Mildred Pierce (1941)
It was all for her.
Veda began it, but when she finished it, or whether she finished it, Mildred never quite knew. Little quivers went through her, and the kept going through her the rest of the night, during the supper party, when Veda sat with the white scarf wound around her throat, during the brief half hour, while she undressed Veda, and put the costume away; in the dark, while she lay there alone, trying to sleep, not wanting to sleep.
This was the climax of Mildred's life.
Veda began it, but when she finished it, or whether she finished it, Mildred never quite knew. Little quivers went through her, and the kept going through her the rest of the night, during the supper party, when Veda sat with the white scarf wound around her throat, during the brief half hour, while she undressed Veda, and put the costume away; in the dark, while she lay there alone, trying to sleep, not wanting to sleep.
This was the climax of Mildred's life.
søndag den 15. januar 2012
fredag den 13. januar 2012
onsdag den 11. januar 2012
søndag den 8. januar 2012
lørdag den 7. januar 2012
Goodbye, Columbus & Short Stories (1959)
"Is something the matter?" I said.
"Yes."
It wasn't the answer I'd expected; I wanted no answer really, only to soothe her nervousness with my concern.
- Goodbye, Columbus
"Yes."
It wasn't the answer I'd expected; I wanted no answer really, only to soothe her nervousness with my concern.
- Goodbye, Columbus
torsdag den 5. januar 2012
onsdag den 4. januar 2012
mandag den 2. januar 2012
søndag den 1. januar 2012
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