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A Necklace of Memorable Days

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"Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. To be damned is for one's ordinary everyday mode of consciousness to be unremitting agonising preoccupation with self."

Iris Murdoch, The Nice and The Good

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

" She strung the afternoon on the necklace of memorable days, which was not too long for her to be able to recall this one or that one; this view, that city; to finger it, to feel it, to savour, sighing, the quality that made it unique."

Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being


"Why did I write any of my books, after all? For the sake of the pleasure, for the sake of the difficulty. I have no social purpose, no moral message; I've no general ideas to exploit, I just like composing riddles with elegant solutions."

Vladamir Nabokov

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Hammett spent the weekend with us while my son was out of town. Inspired by
the David Hockney book, I tried to take some photographs, but Hammett is not
a very good model either, unless he is sleeping. I discovered when he was
sleeping on my lap that he would respond to the sound of a raspberry, so
that's how I got him to look at me in the second photo.
28th Aug 2006, 15:12   | tags:,

hildegard says:

Love the bottom shot - particularly now I can imagine you, dog on knee, camera in hand, valiantly blowing raspberries... excellent. Ta! :)

28th Aug 2006, 15:22

paintist says:

now I know why most of Hockneys dog pics are of sleeping daschounds..... :-)
He does seem very happy on your lap...

28th Aug 2006, 16:05

swamprose says:

you'd think Hammett would welcome another moment to greet his adoring fans. hello hammett. did you already give him back?

28th Aug 2006, 16:19

silar31 says:

He's a lovely little guy! I have a hard time getting good shots of Bandit, because for one, he's black (and tan) and black dogs are just plain hard to get good pictures or, but also because he's such my little shadow it's hard to get far enough away from him!

28th Aug 2006, 16:31

factotum says:

I love seeing this look on the faces of small children and animals: OMG, the supposedly responsible adult taking care of me is an idiot!
Blowing raspberries at the dog was fun, but I don't want to do it too often. It's good to have a sure way to get his attention.

28th Aug 2006, 17:15

Caine says:

I love the second shot, what a cutie!

28th Aug 2006, 21:20