Time interval is a strange and contradictory matter in the mind. It would be reasonable to suppose that a routine time or an eventless time would seem interminable. It should be so, but it is not. It is the dull eventless times that have no duration whatever. A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy,… Continue reading John Steinbeck
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. ― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men. (Penguin; Reprint edition January 8, 2002) Originally published 1937.
Time interval is a strange and contradictory matter in the mind. It would be reasonable to suppose that a routine time or an eventless time would seem interminable. It should be so, but it is not. It is the dull eventless times that have no duration whatever. A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy,… Continue reading John Steinbeck
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. — John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men (Covici Friede, 1937)
Relationship Time to Aloneness. And I remember about that. Having a companion fixes you in time and that the present, but when the quality of aloneness settles down, past, present, and future all flow together. A memory, a present event, and a forecast all equally present. ― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of… Continue reading John Steinbeck
I shall tell them this story against the background of the county I grew up in and along the river I know and do not love very much. For I have discovered that there are other rivers. ― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath. (Viking; 75 Anv edition April 10, 2014) Originally published April 14th… Continue reading John Steinbeck
All great and precious things are lonely. ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden. (Penguin Books February 5, 2002) Originally published 1952.
I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it. — John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition August 26, 2008) Originally published 1961.
Time interval is a strange and contradictory matter in the mind. It would be reasonable to suppose that a routine time or an eventless time would seem interminable. It should be so, but it is not. It is the dull eventless times that have no duration whatever. A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy,… Continue reading John Steinbeck
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. ― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath (Viking; 75th ed. Edition, April 10, 2014) Originally published April 14th 1939.
The Vale of Soul-Making 