Thus we see the painter selecting and composing and rendering particulars in order to body forth a pleasing fullness in his scene. The storyteller, by contrast (…), must divine which episodes of his history hold promise of fullness, and tease from them their hidden meanings, braiding these together as one braids a rope.
As this blog is supposed to be mainly about literature and becouse calendar says it’s the 8th of march I’d like to remind you of some female figures that I’d met along the way in the imaginary world, the one between the covers. <read on>
‘-Tit for tat, she might say. For every tat there is a tit. You have offered the tat. Now the onus is on her to come up with the right tit, the appropriate tit.
-Don’t be obscene.’
‘I talk nonesense? You make photograph, or this man, how ddo you say, Fauchery, make photograph, than you make prints, one two three four five, and this prints all original, ten times original, hundred times original, no copies? What is nonesens now? ‘