Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end th...rough a cliff into the sea, something of me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing;... Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep,... Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze That whirls the 'wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
These women behind the store windows? Dreams, sir, dreams at bargain prices, a trip to the Indies! These people perfume themselves... with spices. You enter, they close the curtains, and the trip begins. The gods descend on the nude bodies and the islands drift, demented, with the tousled hair of palm trees in the breeze.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If I read The Sound and the Fury or Middlemarch, I'm filled with the aromas of either book, with past readings and relationships t...o the characters, with a whole continent of language and scenes, but the books don't frighten me. I can enter into their dream songs, and leave at my own will. But if I'm watching Casablanca on the wall, I'll let my eye slip past the phony details, the studio-bound streets, the laughable sense of a fabricated city, and drift into that dream of Humphrey Bogart and Rick's Cafe Americain, which exists outside any laws of physics, like the eternal dream of Hollywood itself, a little dopey, but with a power we can't resist.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear and cool autumn days, flocks of m...igrating thrushes drift over a village. Until his death he will be drawn to freedom.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To be a tourist is to escape accountability. Errors and failings don't cling to you the way they do back home. You're able to drif...t across continents and languages, suspending the operation of sound thought. Tourism is the march of stupidity. You're expected to be stupid. The entire mechanism of the host country is geared to travelers acting stupidly. You walk around dazed, squinting into fold-out maps. You don't know how to talk to people, how to get anywhere, what the money means, what time it is, what to eat or how to eat it. Being stupid is the pattern, the level and the norm. You can exist on this level for weeks and months without reprimand or dire consequence. Together with thousands, you are granted immunities and broad freedoms. You are an army of fools, wearing bright polyesters, riding camels, taking pictures of each other, haggard, dysenteric, thirsty. There is nothing to think about but the next shapeless event.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Calypso heard your call across the gathering drift... of burning cedar-wood, across the low-set bed of wandering parsley and violet, when all her hope was dead.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »