November 28, 2010 § Leave a comment
Lulu slept naked because she liked to feel the sheets caressing her body and also because laundry was expensive. In the beginning Henri protested: you shouldn’t go to bed naked like that, it isn’t nice; it’s dirty. Anyhow, he finally followed his wife’s example, though in his case it was merely laziness (…). Personally, Lulu did not despise uncleanliness: it was more intimate and made such tender shadows; in the crook of the arm, for instance; she couldn’t stand the English with their impersonal bodies which smelt of nothing. But she couldn’t bear her husband’s negligence because it was a way of getting himself cuddled. In the morning, when he arose, he was always very tender toward himself, his head full of dreams, and broad daylight, cold water, the coarse bristles of the brush made him suffer brutal injustices.
– Jean Paul Sartre (Intimacy, The Wall)
November 26, 2010 § Leave a comment
It’s not important what people do you meet. It’s who do you keep near you, that’s the most important thing living between so many of them. Here’s a tune for all of you who inspire me so much. And DON’T YOU THINK OF LEAVING.
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