Nov 30, 2008 12:56
1.
HE SAID, it's rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts.
2.
I'll never go back to Ladymont.
3.
He said, in some ways you're older than I am. You've never been deeply in love. Perhaps you'll never be. He said, love goes on happening to you. To men. You become twenty again, you suffer as twenty suffers. All the dotty irrationalities of twenty. When you telephoned I nearly peed in my pants with excitement. I'm an old man in love. Stock comedy figure. Very stale. Not even funny.
Why do you think I'll never be deeply in love, I said. He took a terribly long time to clean his hands.
He said, I said perhaps.
I'm only just twenty.
He said, an ash tree a foot high is still an ash tree. But I did say perhaps.
4.
He's not human; he's an empty space disguised as a human.
5.
Though of course Caliban can't get anything but his own miserable pleasure.
People who don't make anything. I hate them.
6.
I know I can't do things like love by halves, I know I have love pent up in me, I shall throw myself away, lose my heart and my body and my soul to some cad like G.P. Who'll betray me. I feel it. Everything is tender and rational at first in my daydreams of living with him, but I know it wouldn't be in fact. It would be all passion and violence. Jealousy. Despair. Sour. Something would be killed in me. He would be hurt, too.
If he really loved me he couldn't have sent me away.
If he really loved me he would have sent me away.
Sei lá. Queria copiar o livro todo. Não consigo parar de pensar. Eu quero muito muito muito fazer alguma coisa.
nonsense