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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?
David Markson -
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.
David Markson -
Was it really some other person I was so anxious to discover...or was it only my own solitude that I could not abide?
David Markson -
In fact one frequently seemed to gather all sorts of similar information about subjects one had less than profound interest in.
David Markson -
Can Protagonist think of a single film that interests him as much as the three-hundredth best book he ever read?
David Markson -
You can learn more by going to the opera than you ever can by reading Emerson. Like that there are two sexes.
David Markson -
Once, I had a dream of fame. Generally, even then, I was lonely.
David Markson