One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Reading in Snatches: "The Woodcutters"

There is the trademark Bernhardian repetition of phrases; another suicide; and he seemingly sees everything from that "wing chair" -- what more could you ask for?


I have a gift for behaving in such a way that people leave me alone whenever I wish, and as I sat in the wing chair I showed myself to be a past master in the art of being left alone; people recognized me in the half-light of the anteroom and tried to strike up a conversation, but I at once deterred them simply by remaining seated and pretending not to understand what they said, and then, at precisely the right moment, looking down at the ground instead of into their faces.

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