T. Mann – Death in Venice

It was simply a desire to travel; but it had presented itself as nothing less than a seizure, with intensely passionate and indeed hallucinatory force, turning his craving into vision. His imagination, still not at rest from the morning’s hours of work, shaped for itself a paradigm of all the wonders and terrors of the manifold earth of all that it was now suddenly striving to encompass.

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Don’t believe the artists

This essey comes with a quote :> https://quotily.wordpress.com/2012/12/30/f-fellini-8-12/

Probably you should often ask yourself if your life is going in the right direction, or maybe do you need to drop some bad habits and a few other questions of this kind. But when you’re done and ready to improve your imperfect self once again, here comes Fellini with a bag of tricks and you know that it’s trouble ahead.

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M. Proust – Swann’s Way

We pack the physical outline of the creature we see with all the ideas we have already formed about him, and in the complete picture of him which we compose in our minds those ideas have certainly the principal place. In the end they come to fill out so completely the curve of his cheeks, to follow so exactly the line of his nose, they blend so harmoniously in the sound of his voice that these seem to be no more than a transparent envelope, so that each time we see the face or hear the voice it is our own ideas of him which we recognise and to which we listen.

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M. Proust – Swann’s Way

Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves, and not anything else, and by the immobility of our conceptions of them. For it always happened that when I awoke like this, and my mind struggled in an unsuccessful attempt to discover where I was, everything would be moving round me through the darkness: things, places, years.

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