on the otrovert test this evening. St James Tea Room at 11 this morning. Before that changed the air tickets to give us the three hour layover in MNSP.
Loving Moavian Night now. almost midway. Got the swing of it. Love the section on the Carthusian who left because the silence in the monastery was fake. Could only find the other silence in the kitchen or in lavatory clean up duty. 94
great passage on 119 how his reveries help him stop writing, help him get out of himself and into the world. "All's well when I do nothing but live them, and keep them to myself--not well when I wish to impart them to all of you, . . . . " This after the great sequence about hanging out with idiots when they are out on their walks.
a guest storyteller takes over so we can see the former writer behaving strangely at the closed train station on the Galician coast He sees him in a funeral procession. Reminder that I read some more of Genet earlier, a funeral procession in there too. At last I appreciate Genet, every word, every shock and surprise.
meander, walk, zig zag
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