We console ourselves with the flesh
for all the iniquities in the world.
– Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love
We console ourselves with the flesh
for all the iniquities in the world.
– Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love
Nice one.
And I’m reminded of her also writing:
We don’t see things as they are; we see them as we are.
Tuns out she credited the Talmud in the same breath, and that many others had also said as much:
Yes. The promise of endings there.
It’s just peer pressure. From dead people.
Well put, my very dear.
Hunger is the best sauce in all the world.
– Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote
Sartre strikes again:
(I hope that’s what the Arabic actually says.)
Google translate says “tasted” rather than “endured”, but seems accurate enough.
The 2CV is the work of a designer who has kissed the lash of austerity with almost masochistic fervour.
– Reviewer for The Autocar, 1948
(Is it bad that I so wanted to reply: “If you know what I mean”?)
Sometimes it’s the other way round.
Also good.