Rick Barry 📚
@RickBarry44
A great story well told may be the finest art.
Horses and farm equipment were dangerous and produced a fatalistic culture impervious to health warnings. THOMAS McGUANE, Driving on the Rim

The death of someone you know is enough to deprive anyone of self-confidence. OLGA TOKARCZUK

"Don't ever ask directions of a Maine native," I was told. "Why ever not?" "Somehow we think it is funny to misdirect people and we don't smile when we do it, but we laugh inwardly. It is our nature." JOHN STEINBECK, Travels with Charley

#Rabelais2025 The Fourth Book of Pantagruel, C13 How, following the example of François Villon, the Seigneur de Basché lauds his people '"I can foresee," said Basché, "that from now on you too, my good friends, will act well in this tragic farce, seeing that at our first try-out…
#AmericanReadalong "You don't know as much about women as you like to think you do," Clara said. "You're overrated in that regard." "By God, you're sassy," Augustus said. Clara just smiled, her old beguiling smile. "I'm honest," she said. "To most men, that's sassy." LARRY…

#SwannsWay25 #Proust25 When all of that was finished, there came a work of art composed expressly for us, but more particularly dedicated to my father who was so fond of it, a chocolate custard, the product of Françoise's personal inspiration and attention, ephemeral and light as…
Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words. Fearful, however of losing this first and only opportunity of relieving my grief by imparting it, I,…

"He began to see that his country's cowboys, outlaws, mountain men, Indians and cavalry officers had the makings of a genuine American Mythology... One with the grandeur and complexity of the Greek tragedies, every bit as fertile ground for exploring human experience."
Now reading this biography of Hollywood maniac Sam Peckinpah.
He had to force himself to accept that the middle-aged man, who had a baseball cap concealing his receding hairline and a baggy sweater at least attempting to do the same for his paunch, was himself. HAN KANG, The Vegetarian

Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.…

#Rabelais2025 The Fourth Book of Pantagruel, C12 How Pantagruel passed Procuration; and of the strange way of life amongst the Chicanous [Panurge] 'Basché, being gracious and debonair, was breakfasting one day with his people when he sent for his baker (whose name was Loyre) and…
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The Fourth Book of Pantagruel, C12
How Pantagruel passed Procuration; and of the strange way of life amongst the Chicanous
[Panurge] 'Basché, being gracious and debonair, was breakfasting one day with his people when he sent for his baker (whose name was Loyre) and…](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Gwt1hbCXoAARIXw.jpg)
Proceeding along our course, next day we visited Pettifogging, a blurred and blotted country. I could not tell what to make of it. #Rabelais2025 How Pantagruel passed through the Land of Pettifogging, and of the Strange Way of Living among the Catchpoles
#AmericanReadalong [Newt] felt like he might float away. He might float up to where the sun was hanging. It was amazing that a few swallows of liquid could produce such a sensation. It was silly, but after a while he felt like lying down and hugging his stomach and hugging the…
"Whatever we touch is altered;...no matter how weak, unimportant, poor, restricted or unfree our lives might appear to be, it is impossible for us to pass through the earth without leaving a mark." HISHAM MATAR, My Friends

#SwannsWay25 #Proust25 In short, my aunt required that her visitors at the same time commend her on her regimen, commiserate with her for her sufferings, and encourage her as to her future. This is where Eulalie excelled. My aunt might say to her twenty times in a minute: "This…
We won't grow old together, Cyrus. But can't you feel this mattering? He could feel it, he realized. He wished he'd said that. KAVEH AKBAR, Martyr!

He lies in drink, he quotes from poets whose names are now lost. The boy crouches by the fire and watches him. CORMAC McCARTHY, Blood Meridian
