ytca
ponedjeljak, 12.04.2010.
I strained around against the crowd and saw Van looking with disgust at an older guy in a nice suit who was kind of smirking at her. She was digging in her purse and I knew what she was digging for.
Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.
No one goes there nowadays, it's too crowded.
The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.
A classic is something that everybody wants to have read and nobody wants to read.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
It's a dangerous business going out your front door.
I like weights. You know where you stand with them. Well, sometimes you're lying under them, trying not to let them crush you, but you see, you KNOW they'd crush you if they could. There's honesty.
How we remember, what we remember and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.
Laughing is the sensation of feeling good all over and showing it principally in one spot.
