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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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"Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo..."

This is a photograph of my father meeting a cow. It was taken in 1916 which
was coincidentally the year that Joyce published Portrait of the Artist as a
Young Man. The quotation is the first sentence of Portrait.
25th Sep 2006, 17:05  

*agrees with mandy*

25th Sep 2006, 17:09

hildegard says:

Hee, hee, heee... oh helpless mirth, thank you.... :)

25th Sep 2006, 17:27

paintist says:

lovely lovely :-)

25th Sep 2006, 18:10

Alfie says:

Charming :)

25th Sep 2006, 18:48

Dhamaka says:

indeed, and the quote

25th Sep 2006, 19:26

swamprose says:

a HL! congratulations Facto.

your dad looks very round, or is he being held back from scientific investigation at an early age?

25th Sep 2006, 21:33

nige says:


25th Sep 2006, 21:50

factotum says:

Thanks for the HL! I'm sure my father too would have been pleased to have caused helpless mirth.
I've been scanning my father's family photo albums recently. It's quite wonderful to see photos of people and places that I know 90 years later

25th Sep 2006, 22:23

Viv says:

super post

1st Oct 2006, 18:50