I'm Reading "the Sunset Of A Splendid

I Never Read Ford Madox Ford's "the Good Soldier." I've Been Reading Books That I Should Have Read Years Ago And Did Not. That's One Of Them.

These People You Used To See Every Day, Friends Or Acquaintances, After A While They Become As Distant As Any Stranger, People You Suddenly Recall Late At Night--you Remember Something They Said Or Something Silly That Someone Once Did. For A Few Moments They Completely Occupy Your Mind; Then You Forget Them Again.

I Think I Made A Mistake With [jane] Austen By Reading All Six In A Row. There Are Similarities To The Plots So By The Time I Got To The Last One I Could Anticipate What Was Happening Too Easily. But Her Characterizations Are Amazing.

One Writes A Poem When One Is So Taken Up By An Emotional Concept That One Is Unable To Remain Silent.

Sometimes Someone Will Tell Me About An Author I've Never Heard Of Before And That Will Send Me To That Person. That's How I Discovered Thomas Bernhard, An Austrian Novelist Whose Novels Tend To Be One Long Rant.