From the moment a New Yorker is confronted with almost any large city of Europe, it is impossible for him to pretend to himself that his own city is anything other than an unscrupulous real-estate speculation
If you ain't the lead dog, the scenery never changes. - Edmund Wilson
If you ain't the lead dog, the scenery never changes.
- Edmund Wilson
No two persons ever read the same book. - Edmund Wilson
No two persons ever read the same book.
I have learned to read the papers calmly and not to hate the fools I read about. - Edmund Wilson
I have learned to read the papers calmly and not to hate the fools I read about.
On the one hand, I have wanted to supply documentation on myself by including material relevant to my emotions and ideas in my youth; and, on the oth… - Edmund Wilson
On the one hand, I have wanted to supply documentation on myself by including material relevant to my emotions and ideas in my youth; and, on the oth…
In a sense, one can never read the book that the author originally wrote, and one can never read the same book twice. - Edmund Wilson
In a sense, one can never read the book that the author originally wrote, and one can never read the same book twice.
I find more and more that I am a man of the 1920s. I still expect something exciting. Drinks, animated conversation, gaiety: the uninhibited exchange… - Edmund Wilson
I find more and more that I am a man of the 1920s. I still expect something exciting. Drinks, animated conversation, gaiety: the uninhibited exchange…
His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship. - Edmund Wilson
His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship.
The only thing that we can really make is our work, and deliberate work of the mind, imagination and hand, done, as Nietzsche said, ‘notwithstanding,… - Edmund Wilson
The only thing that we can really make is our work, and deliberate work of the mind, imagination and hand, done, as Nietzsche said, ‘notwithstanding,…
If I could only remember that the days were not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and pea… - Edmund Wilson
If I could only remember that the days were not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and pea…
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