I'd like to rewind back to January, before I had this blog. There I was, a younger, spryer (sprier?) self, reading Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Falling in love with it. Coming upon this following passage with something akin to the eerie familiarity you feel when you're walking around in the basement and come upon your second-grade journal.
Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition. (298)
vis-à-vis Dorian Gray's
Who wants happiness? I have searched for pleasure.
The things that bring pleasure, in many ways, are actually the opposite of the things which bring happiness. To long for pleasure is to long for novelty, which is why pleasures are fleeting and don't last. Happiness can't be sought-after. Happiness occurs accidentally, but once it happens, you want it to happen again and again. Things that bring happiness bring happiness everytime.
Somehow it all seems more mundane when written out.
Currently Reading
Proust, Samuel Beckett
The Irresponsible Self, James Wood
About
Debbie frets because after getting to page 592 in Sodom & Gomorrah, she found something that made her go back to the opening pages of Swann's Way, which made her realize how much of the book she has missed.
01. Pereira Declares 02. The Seagull 03. Short Stores of Kafka 04. Picture Book of Relativity 05. Ender's Game 06. Infinite Jest (re-read)
07. Darkness at Noon 08. The Russian Revolution 09. Mason & Dixon
Unfinished Books of 2006 (% completed)
01. Sodom & Gomorrah (~75%) 02. Anna Karenina (~50%) 03. Garner's Modern American Usage (~30%)