мозг человеческий способен сделаться изощреннейшей камерой пыток, какие только были изобретены за миллионы лет, в миллионах стран и отзывались воплями миллионов жертв.
Как странно: когда после долгих лет разлуки встречаешь однокашника или толстуху тетку, обожаемую в младенчестве, тотчас охватывает неизбывное, теплое чувство человеческого родства, а в случае со старой возлюбленной ничего подобного не случается - как будто вместе с прахом нечеловеческой страсти начисто сметается единым…
Память - роскошное фотоателье на нескончаемой Авеню Пятой Власти. Сладость на грани одержимости
‘I love the way your eyes narrow when you tell a lie.
We are all doomed, but some are more doomed than others.
The sharpest feeling of nowness, in visual terms, is the deliberate possession of a segment of Space collected by the eye. This is Time’s only contact with Space, but it has a far-reaching reverberation. To be eternal the Present must depend on the conscious spanning of an infinite expansure. Then, and only then, is the…
Since the Present is but an imaginary point without an awareness of the immediate past, it is necessary to define that awareness. Not for the first time will Space intrude if I say that what we are aware of as ‘Present’ is the constant building up of the Past, its smoothly and relentlessly rising level. How meager! How…
Our modest Present is, then, the time span that one is directly and actually aware of, with the lingering freshness of the Past still perceived as part of the nowness. In regard to everyday life and the habitual comfort of the body (reasonably healthy, reasonably strong, breathing the green breeze, relishing the…
The Past, then, is a constant accumulation of images. It can be easily contemplated and listened to, tested and tasted at random, so that it ceases to mean the orderly alternation of linked events that it does in the large theoretical sense.
Space flutters to the ground, but Time remains between thinker and thumb, when Monsieur Bergson uses his scissors.
If my eye tells me something about Space, my ear tells me something about Time. But while Space can be contemplated, naively, perhaps, yet directly, I can listen to Time only between stresses, for a brief concave moment warily and worriedly, with the growing realization that I am listening not to Time itself but to the…
We all know those old wardrobes in old hotels in the Old World subalpine zone. At first one opens them with the utmost care, very slowly, in the vain hope of hushing the excruciating creak, the growing groan that the door emits midway. Before long one discovers, however, that if it is opened or closed with celerity, in…
He ate, drank, schemed.
Распад происходил постепенно, и каждая ступень была мучительнее предыдущей, ведь человеческий мозг способен стать совершеннейшей камерой пыток из всех выдуманных, выстроенных и всосавших за миллионы лет в миллионах земель миллионы воющих тварей.
Давай же не будем томить тупицу, который листает книгу и думает себе: Ну и жох же этот В. В.!
