Constantine x Marcel
Sunday, July 4th, 2010
“My thoughts were barren, my anxious imagination constantly conjured up tantalizing memories of how the thoughts had presented themselves the last time, and the weeds of these recollections strangled every other thought.”
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“How paradoxical it is to seek in reality for the pictures that are stored in one’s memory, which must inevitably lose the charm that comes to them from memory itself, and from their not being apprehended by the senses. The reality that I had known no longer existed.”
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“The moral is that when caught in despair there is, at the limit, no ‘autonomous choice’ by which one lurches out of the muck…
Truth…jolts one awake, strikes one dumb, steals one’s heart.”
*Kierkegaard x Proust = Repetition
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