It is easy to see why many women—and not just the ones dealing with a history of sexual trauma—might find something salutary in a phantasmic role reversal.
she’s out there playing Chopin too fast but I don’t know, I don’t mind. I want to resent her but she brings it a certain brio the tubercular Pole probably didn’t have the breath for but that’s her interpretation, her spirit
damn it's so throwaway but i love this
I’m very interested in catachresis, Clémentine is saying. [...] You know, like a euphemism, or a misnaming, or things that there are no names for. Mixed metaphors. Language is an imperfect tool, no matter what Flaubert thought.
Ludwig has gone and gotten himself baptized, Hans told her three weeks ago. “A palaver,” he called it, and: He does it just to annoy me.
Or they walk down the other side, past the ruins of the cloisters. Limn the way they first met only by omission, deliberately direct their feet in a negative outline of the place where it all began
