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THE LAST BALCONY (www.nemonymous.com)
Cocteau on seeing Proust's corpse, with the Manuscript of 'In Search Of Lost Time' piled on the mantlepiece:
That pile of paper on his left was still alive, like watches ticking on the wrists of dead soldiers.
We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea and dive down through black abysses to Cyclopean and many columned Y'ha-nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever.
---H.P. Lovecraft
Hanging in the Dutch museums are works by a minor master who may be as deserving of literary renown as Vermeer. Saenredam painted neither faces nor objects, but chiefly vacant church interiors, reduced the the beige and innocuous unction of butterscotch ice cream. These churches, where there is nothing to be seen but expanses of wood and white-washed plaster, are irremediably unpeopled, and this negation goes much further than the destruction of idols. Never has nothingness been so confident.
From 'The World as Object' Roland Barthes.
So, to that question: 'Who has ever fathomed the depths of the abyss?' two men, among all men, have the right to reply: Captain Nemo and I.
--- Jules Verne
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