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Monica this isn't for you. These are just notes.
"I look at you with such vunerability. My eyes are like a dying man who seeks healing in you."
"I wish to never make love again to anything but the body." pg 24
"Nobody can stay in the Garden of Eden" pg 25
"Perhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I don't know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget; it takes a hero to do both." pg 25
----You don't know how wonderful something is until you loose it. Ignorance of knowledge is loosing your bliss, your happiness... your Garden of Eden.
"He now despised that army of boys who had come, without love, to his bed." pg 28
"And this look made me feel that no one in my life had ever looked at me directly before" pg 37
"Confusion is a luxury that only the very very young can afford. And you are not that young any more" pg 41
----Jacque is telling David that he should be past confusion at his age, for living the years they have, he should have realized or accepted it by now.
"We connected the moment we met. And remained connected still..." pg 42 // David and Giovanni
"...as visible as the wafers on the shift of the flaming princess" pg 42 ....
"...like Macbath's witches" pg 42....
"like someone who might be sleepwalking or like those figures in slow motion one sometimess sees on the screen." pg 38 - 39
"...like armies with banners entering the town." pg 34
"...as though giovanni were a valuable racehorse or a rare bit of china." pg 32
"...grinning like a movie star." pg 31
"...it bubbled upward out of them like a fountain of black water." pg 45
"...gleamed like snow" pg 50
"...turned with the air of an actress about to deliver the serverly restrained last lines of an exhausting and mighty part." pg 58
-----------all quotes of how Baldwin uses a lot of metaphors or similies.
"it looked like a mummy or a zombie-- this was the first, overwhelming impression -- of something walking after it had been put to death. And it walked, really, like someone who might be sleepwalking or like those figures in slow motion one sometimes see on the screen. It carried a glass, it walked on its toes, the flat hip moved with a dead, horrifying lasciviousness. It seemed like the roaring of the sea, heard at night, from far away. It glittered in the dim light; the thin, black hair was violent with oil, combed forward hanging in bangs; the eyelids gleamed with mascara, the mouth raged with lipstick. The face was white and thoroughly bloodless with some kind of foundation cream; it stank of powder and a gardenia-like perfume. The shift, open coquettishly to the navel, revealed a hairless chest and a silver crucifix; the shirt was covered with round, paper-thin wafers, red and green and orange and yellow and blue, which stormed in the light and made one feel that the mummy might, at any moment disappear in a flame. A read sash was around the waist, the clinging pants were a surprisingly sombre grey. He wore buckles on his shoes." pg 38-39
"Behind the counter sat one of those absolutely inimitable and indomitable ladies, produced only in the city of Paris, but produced there in great numbers, who would be as outrageous and unsettling in another other city as a mermaid on a mountain top. All over Paris they sit behind their counters like a mother bird in a nest and brood over the cash register as though it were an egg. Nothing occuring under the circle of heaven where they sit escapes their eye, if they have ever been surprised by anything, it was only in a dream -- a dream they long ago ceased having. They are neither ill- nore good natured, though they have their days and styles and they know, in a way, apparently that other people know when they have to go to the bathroom, everything about everyone who enters their domain. Though some are white-haired and some not, some fat, some thin, some grandmothers and some but lately virgins, they all have exactly the same, shrewd vacant all-registering eye; it is difficult to believe that they ever creid for milk or looked at the sun; it seems they must have come into the world hungry for banknotes, and squinting helplessly, unable to focus their eyes until they came to rest on a cash register." pg 50-51
--------------Baldwin uses such long and thorough descriptive passages to describe these two characters. They are not nearly as important to the story as David, Giovanni, Guillaume, Jacque or any of the other main characters. But these other unnamed characters get so much more of a description than we are initially given of any of the main characters. The description of the main character are distributed throughout the novel, in which a reader feels more attached the the characters rather than describing about them in a long paragraph.
"having already appraised Guillaume to within a decimal of that figure..." pg 53
---------- how young boys saw Guillaume when they knew he was interested in sleeping with him.
"But the way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people's pain." pg 55
"Love him," ..."love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?" pg 57
pgs 55-57 is Jacques and David having a discussion of what is going on between David and Giovanni. David doesn't necessarily deny things, but fears of confirming it and rather he attacks Jacques' lifestyle, when really it only reflects his own and what is in store if he doesn't accept who he is. Jacques is considering him lucky to be having the chance to realize this so early on in his life, and warns him against fighting it because he will end up like Jacques. [[Important notes highlighted]]
"not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished.."..."for the lack of it."
"I look at you with such vunerability. My eyes are like a dying man who seeks healing in you."
"I wish to never make love again to anything but the body." pg 24
"Nobody can stay in the Garden of Eden" pg 25
"Perhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I don't know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget; it takes a hero to do both." pg 25
----You don't know how wonderful something is until you loose it. Ignorance of knowledge is loosing your bliss, your happiness... your Garden of Eden.
"He now despised that army of boys who had come, without love, to his bed." pg 28
"And this look made me feel that no one in my life had ever looked at me directly before" pg 37
"Confusion is a luxury that only the very very young can afford. And you are not that young any more" pg 41
----Jacque is telling David that he should be past confusion at his age, for living the years they have, he should have realized or accepted it by now.
"We connected the moment we met. And remained connected still..." pg 42 // David and Giovanni
"...as visible as the wafers on the shift of the flaming princess" pg 42 ....
"...like Macbath's witches" pg 42....
"like someone who might be sleepwalking or like those figures in slow motion one sometimess sees on the screen." pg 38 - 39
"...like armies with banners entering the town." pg 34
"...as though giovanni were a valuable racehorse or a rare bit of china." pg 32
"...grinning like a movie star." pg 31
"...it bubbled upward out of them like a fountain of black water." pg 45
"...gleamed like snow" pg 50
"...turned with the air of an actress about to deliver the serverly restrained last lines of an exhausting and mighty part." pg 58
-----------all quotes of how Baldwin uses a lot of metaphors or similies.
"it looked like a mummy or a zombie-- this was the first, overwhelming impression -- of something walking after it had been put to death. And it walked, really, like someone who might be sleepwalking or like those figures in slow motion one sometimes see on the screen. It carried a glass, it walked on its toes, the flat hip moved with a dead, horrifying lasciviousness. It seemed like the roaring of the sea, heard at night, from far away. It glittered in the dim light; the thin, black hair was violent with oil, combed forward hanging in bangs; the eyelids gleamed with mascara, the mouth raged with lipstick. The face was white and thoroughly bloodless with some kind of foundation cream; it stank of powder and a gardenia-like perfume. The shift, open coquettishly to the navel, revealed a hairless chest and a silver crucifix; the shirt was covered with round, paper-thin wafers, red and green and orange and yellow and blue, which stormed in the light and made one feel that the mummy might, at any moment disappear in a flame. A read sash was around the waist, the clinging pants were a surprisingly sombre grey. He wore buckles on his shoes." pg 38-39
"Behind the counter sat one of those absolutely inimitable and indomitable ladies, produced only in the city of Paris, but produced there in great numbers, who would be as outrageous and unsettling in another other city as a mermaid on a mountain top. All over Paris they sit behind their counters like a mother bird in a nest and brood over the cash register as though it were an egg. Nothing occuring under the circle of heaven where they sit escapes their eye, if they have ever been surprised by anything, it was only in a dream -- a dream they long ago ceased having. They are neither ill- nore good natured, though they have their days and styles and they know, in a way, apparently that other people know when they have to go to the bathroom, everything about everyone who enters their domain. Though some are white-haired and some not, some fat, some thin, some grandmothers and some but lately virgins, they all have exactly the same, shrewd vacant all-registering eye; it is difficult to believe that they ever creid for milk or looked at the sun; it seems they must have come into the world hungry for banknotes, and squinting helplessly, unable to focus their eyes until they came to rest on a cash register." pg 50-51
--------------Baldwin uses such long and thorough descriptive passages to describe these two characters. They are not nearly as important to the story as David, Giovanni, Guillaume, Jacque or any of the other main characters. But these other unnamed characters get so much more of a description than we are initially given of any of the main characters. The description of the main character are distributed throughout the novel, in which a reader feels more attached the the characters rather than describing about them in a long paragraph.
"having already appraised Guillaume to within a decimal of that figure..." pg 53
---------- how young boys saw Guillaume when they knew he was interested in sleeping with him.
"But the way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people's pain." pg 55
"Love him," ..."love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?" pg 57
pgs 55-57 is Jacques and David having a discussion of what is going on between David and Giovanni. David doesn't necessarily deny things, but fears of confirming it and rather he attacks Jacques' lifestyle, when really it only reflects his own and what is in store if he doesn't accept who he is. Jacques is considering him lucky to be having the chance to realize this so early on in his life, and warns him against fighting it because he will end up like Jacques. [[Important notes highlighted]]
"not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished.."..."for the lack of it."