![]() ![]() ![]() … The waves forever rolling to the land are too far-traveled and untamable to be familiar. ![]() The seashore is a sort of neutral ground. Ernest Hemingway, “Hunger Was Good Discipline,” Life, April 10, 1964 Later I thought Cézanne was probably hungry in a different way. It was one of those unsound but illuminating thoughts you have when you have been sleepless or hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted but I thought possibly it was only that he had forgotten to eat. I learned to understand Cézanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. ![]() Laurence Sterne, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, 1759–67 Go-says he, one day at dinner, to an over-grown which had buzz’d about his nose, and tormented him cruelly all dinner-time,-and which, after infinite attempts, he had caught at last, as it flew by him -I’ll not hurt thee, says my uncle Toby, rising from his chair, and going across the room, with the fly in his hand,-I’ll not hurt a hair of thy head:-Go, says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape -go poor Devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee?-This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me. Thomas Kinsella, Another September, 1958 ![]()
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