Thursday, January 30, 2020
FINISHED JANUARY 2020 LEISURE TIME PROJECT, READING "TEN THOUSAND DOORS OF JANUARY" BY ALIX E. HARROW
P. 175: "They named her for an old, half-forgotten god from Ade's own world, whom Yule had studied once in an ancient text preserved in Nin's archives. He was a strange god, depicted in the faded manuscript with two faces staring both backward and forward. He presided not over one particular domain but over the places between - past and present, here and there, endings and beginnings - over doorways, in short." (the god Janus)
P. 163, Footnote 11: "I hope you are sufficiently familiar with the nature of doors by this juncture to assume that both magic wands and glass slippers exist in plenitude, in some world or other."
P. 198: "Trying to explain things that can't be explained is how you get stories and fairy tales..."
P. 211: "People never got to stay in their Wonderlands, did they? Alice and Dorothy and the Darlings, all dragged back to the mundane world and tucked into bed by their handlers."
P. 229-230: "'What happens to a world without doors?...Already I imagine I see the effects of their absence in this world: a subtle stagnation, a staleness, like a house that has been left shut up all summer. There are empires upon which the sun never set, railways that cross continents, rivers of wealth that never run dry, machines that never grow tired. It'a a system too vast and ravenous to ever be dismantled, like a deity or an engine, which swallows men and women whole and belches black smoke into the sky. Its name is Modernity, I am told, and it carries Progress and Prosperity in its coal-fired belly - but I see only rigidity, repression, a chilling resistance to change."
P. 234 -235: "Perhaps I keep writing because I was raised in a world where words have power, where curves and spirals of ink adorn sails and skin, where a sufficiently talented word-worker might reach out and remake her world. Perhaps I cannot believe words are entirely powerless, even here. Perhaps I simply need to leave some record, however wandering and unsubstantiated, so that another living soul can learn the truths I have worked so hard to unearth. So that someone else might read it and believe: there are ten thousand doors between ten thousand worlds...That someone might fight back against the shadowy machinations of those who wish to sever this world from all its cousins and render it barren, rational, profoundly alone."
(Note: ten thousand is just a number for infinity.)
P. 306: "The trouble with you people ," I observed, "is that you believe in 'permanence'. An orderly world will remain so; a closed door will stay closed....It's very limiting."
P. 340: "Maybe all powerful men are cowards at heart, because in their hearts they know power is temporary."
P. 138, Footnote 9: "Cats, I have found, seem to exist in more or less the same form in every world; it is my belief that they have been slipping in and out of doors for several thousand years. Anyone familiar with house cats will know this is a particular hobby of theirs."
P. 163, Footnote 11: "I hope you are sufficiently familiar with the nature of doors by this juncture to assume that both magic wands and glass slippers exist in plenitude, in some world or other."
P. 198: "Trying to explain things that can't be explained is how you get stories and fairy tales..."
P. 211: "People never got to stay in their Wonderlands, did they? Alice and Dorothy and the Darlings, all dragged back to the mundane world and tucked into bed by their handlers."
P. 229-230: "'What happens to a world without doors?...Already I imagine I see the effects of their absence in this world: a subtle stagnation, a staleness, like a house that has been left shut up all summer. There are empires upon which the sun never set, railways that cross continents, rivers of wealth that never run dry, machines that never grow tired. It'a a system too vast and ravenous to ever be dismantled, like a deity or an engine, which swallows men and women whole and belches black smoke into the sky. Its name is Modernity, I am told, and it carries Progress and Prosperity in its coal-fired belly - but I see only rigidity, repression, a chilling resistance to change."
P. 234 -235: "Perhaps I keep writing because I was raised in a world where words have power, where curves and spirals of ink adorn sails and skin, where a sufficiently talented word-worker might reach out and remake her world. Perhaps I cannot believe words are entirely powerless, even here. Perhaps I simply need to leave some record, however wandering and unsubstantiated, so that another living soul can learn the truths I have worked so hard to unearth. So that someone else might read it and believe: there are ten thousand doors between ten thousand worlds...That someone might fight back against the shadowy machinations of those who wish to sever this world from all its cousins and render it barren, rational, profoundly alone."
(Note: ten thousand is just a number for infinity.)
P. 306: "The trouble with you people ," I observed, "is that you believe in 'permanence'. An orderly world will remain so; a closed door will stay closed....It's very limiting."
P. 340: "Maybe all powerful men are cowards at heart, because in their hearts they know power is temporary."
P. 138, Footnote 9: "Cats, I have found, seem to exist in more or less the same form in every world; it is my belief that they have been slipping in and out of doors for several thousand years. Anyone familiar with house cats will know this is a particular hobby of theirs."
Friday, January 10, 2020
Monday, January 6, 2020
"WELL,SO THAT IS THAT" - W. H. AUDEN (AFTER CHRISTMAS)
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| Norman Rockwell's Christmas Book: Carols And Stories, Poems, Recollections - 1977 Christmas Gift From My Mom To My Dad, 1984 |
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