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The current of the crowd wanted to sweep me along with it. The green lights on the street corners ordered me to cross the street, the policeman smiled to invite me to walk between the silver-headed nails. Even the autumn leaves obeyed the current. But I broke away from it like a fallen piece. I swerved out and stood at the top of the stairs leading down to the Quays. ...
Below me flowed the river. Not like the current I had just broken from, made of dissonant pieces colliding rustily, driven by hunger and desire. ...
Wine and water washing away everything in a rhythm of blurred silences. ...
Everything was slipping into anger again, as on earth. ...
But no, the water dream persisted. Nothing was displaced. The nightmare might appear here, but the river knew the mystery of continuity. ...
Irrepressible smile such as rises sometimes to people's lips in the face of great catastrophes which are beyond their grasp, the smile which comes at times on certain women's faces while they are saying they regret the harm they have done. It is the smile of nature quietly and proudly asserting its natural right to kill, the smile which the animal in the jungle never shows but by which man reveals when the animal re-enters his being and reasserts its presence.
Anais Nin+Houseboat+Under a glass bell
Below me flowed the river. Not like the current I had just broken from, made of dissonant pieces colliding rustily, driven by hunger and desire. ...
Wine and water washing away everything in a rhythm of blurred silences. ...
Everything was slipping into anger again, as on earth. ...
But no, the water dream persisted. Nothing was displaced. The nightmare might appear here, but the river knew the mystery of continuity. ...
Irrepressible smile such as rises sometimes to people's lips in the face of great catastrophes which are beyond their grasp, the smile which comes at times on certain women's faces while they are saying they regret the harm they have done. It is the smile of nature quietly and proudly asserting its natural right to kill, the smile which the animal in the jungle never shows but by which man reveals when the animal re-enters his being and reasserts its presence.
Anais Nin+Houseboat+Under a glass bell
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