He's like Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol, said Louise. A diabolical version of Tiny Tim.Be perplexed. The Fisher King is like standing in a well-stocked and old library full of those ancient works not read of late. It makes you painfully aware of the inadequacy of your own education. Make sure you have a copy of Bullfinch's Mythologies nearby if you will attempt this one.
Degas is on record as expressing astonishment at the manner in which dangerous implements like a paint-box and paint-brushes are allowed in the hands of even small children, much less irresponsible people. I feel the same about a camera and film.
Come. Let us leaves these pilgrims seeking forgetfulness of the Present in the Promised Land of the Past, he said, Like the impotent man at the Pool of Bethesda--so far as I know the first recorded example of queue-jumping--we will make for the water.
These are bits and pieces of the mystery, not given that we should understand and thereby dissolve it, but that with each new speck its depth might be expanded and we humbled.
Friday, March 14, 2008
The Fisher King
Anthony Powell
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