Τρίτη, 31 Αυγούστου 2010

w. somerset maugham - cakes and ale


Τρία μικρά αποσπάσματα που σημείωσα διαβάζοντας το Cakes and Ale του W. Somerset Maugham . Το χιούμορ του είναι καταπληκτικό (και χαρακτηριστικά βρετανικό).

I have noticed that when someone asks for you on the telephone and, finding you out, leaves a message begging you to call him up the moment you come in, as it's important, the matter is most often important to him than to you. When it comes to making you a present or doing you a favour most people are able to hold their impatience within reasonable bounds.

The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes; he makes the best of us look like a piece of cheese.

It must be that there is something naturally absurd in a sincere emotion, though why there should be I cannot imagine, unless it is that man, the ephemeral inhabitant of an insignificant planet, with all his pain and all his striving is but a jest in an eternal mind.

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