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Iris Murdoch

  • b6763075264цитирует2 года назад
    Every portrait is a self-portrait,’ said Rain.
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    Artists do paint themselves in their sitters,’ said Rain, ‘often in quite material ways. Burne-Jones made all his people look thin and gloomy like himself. Romney always reproduced his own nose, Van Dyck his own hands.’
  • b6763075264цитирует2 года назад
    keep your mouth shut.’
  • Юлия Угринацитирует2 года назад
    ‘You always make that futile remark,’ said Nan, ‘and I never do. Will there be company?’ Nan hated company. Mor liked it
  • finalfadeoutцитирует7 месяцев назад
    We defend ourselves by descriptions and tame the world by generalizing. What does he fear? is usually the key to the artist’s mind. Art is so often a barrier.
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    The first glimpse of someone’s face after they have made an irrevocable gesture of affection is always instructive and moving.
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    A serious kiss can alter the world and should not be allowed to take place simply because the scene will be disfigured without it.
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    ‘So,’ said Francis. ‘Priscilla is in hell. Well, we all are. Life is torture, consciousness is torture. All our little devices are just morphia to stop us from screaming.’
  • finalfadeoutцитирует7 месяцев назад
    I’m a damned clever woman who wants to have fun for the rest of her life, real fun, and happiness, not just emotional messes.
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    ‘An alternative would be to do what you do. Finish nothing, publish nothing, nourish a continual grudge against the world, and live with an unrealized idea of perfection which makes you feel superior to those who try and fail.’
    ‘How clearly you put it.’
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