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Is T.S. Eliot the only poet one can think of who could have spent a year on his own in Paris at twenty-three—and managed to have no sexual encounter whatsoever?
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The morning’s recollection of the emptiness of the day before. Its anticipation of the emptiness of the day to come.
David Markson
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Doubtless these are inconsequential perplexities. Still, inconsequential perplexities have now and again been known to become the fundamental mood of existence, one suspects.
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Can Protagonist think of a single film that interests him as much as the three-hundredth best book he ever read?
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In fact one frequently seemed to gather all sorts of similar information about subjects one had less than profound interest in.
David Markson -
You can learn more by going to the opera than you ever can by reading Emerson. Like that there are two sexes.
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Was it really some other person I was so anxious to discover...or was it only my own solitude that I could not abide?
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What do any of us ever truly know?
David Markson
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Once, I had a dream of fame. Generally, even then, I was lonely.
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Once, somebody asked Robert Schumann to explain the meaning of a certain piece of music he had just played on the piano. What Robert Schumann did was sit back down at the piano and play the piece of music again.
David Markson