Immersed in solitude, he would dream or read far into the night. By protracted contemplation of the same thoughts, his mind grew sharp, his vague, undeveloped ideas took on form.
Really, when I think it over, literature has only one excuse for existing; it saves the person who makes it from the disgustingness of life. - Joris-Karl Huysmans
Really, when I think it over, literature has only one excuse for existing; it saves the person who makes it from the disgustingness of life.
- Joris-Karl Huysmans
Speaking of dust, ‘out of which we came and to which we shall return,’ do you know that after we are dead our corpses are devoured by different kinds… - Joris-Karl Huysmans
Speaking of dust, ‘out of which we came and to which we shall return,’ do you know that after we are dead our corpses are devoured by different kinds…
In this game he had acquired a great deal of muddled knowledge, more than one approximation and less than one certitude. And absence of energy, a cur… - Joris-Karl Huysmans
In this game he had acquired a great deal of muddled knowledge, more than one approximation and less than one certitude. And absence of energy, a cur…
No longer was she merely the dancing-girl who extorts a cry of lust and concupiscence from an old man by the lascivious contortions of her body; who … - Joris-Karl Huysmans
No longer was she merely the dancing-girl who extorts a cry of lust and concupiscence from an old man by the lascivious contortions of her body; who …
Already, he was dreaming of a refined solitude, a comfortable desert, a motionless ark in which to seek refuge from the unending deluge of human stup… - Joris-Karl Huysmans
Already, he was dreaming of a refined solitude, a comfortable desert, a motionless ark in which to seek refuge from the unending deluge of human stup…
Immersed in solitude, he would dream or read far into the night. By protracted contemplation of the same thoughts, his mind grew sharp, his vague, un… - Joris-Karl Huysmans
Immersed in solitude, he would dream or read far into the night. By protracted contemplation of the same thoughts, his mind grew sharp, his vague, un…
There's no doubt about it - gardeners are the only true artists these days. - Joris-Karl Huysmans
There's no doubt about it - gardeners are the only true artists these days.
He realized at last that the arguments of pessimism were powerless to comfort him - Joris-Karl Huysmans
He realized at last that the arguments of pessimism were powerless to comfort him
Only the chaste are truly obscene. - Joris-Karl Huysmans
Only the chaste are truly obscene.
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