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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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Factotum and Swamprose photographed each other through water pipes in
Old Montreal as a pair of Asian tourists looked on. The man, who had a camera,
thought this was an interesting idea; the woman was less convinced.
19th Oct 2006, 13:33   | tags:,,

i like the idea of the tourist husband trying to convince the tourist wife to stand at the end of the pipe....

19th Oct 2006, 15:24

interesting how i presumed they were husband and wife...


19th Oct 2006, 15:25

paintist says:

and now when they get home they will carry on the tradition....this is how history is made... ;-D

19th Oct 2006, 15:47

Caine says:

Fabulous! I love it. :D

20th Oct 2006, 02:38

swamprose says:

Is there something seriously wrong with me when I pass a bunch of building pipes and take photos through them? My family does NOT understand.

20th Oct 2006, 02:46

Viv says:


21st Oct 2006, 02:49