Wednesday, September 08, 2004

from Against the Grain

So, in a spirit of hate and scorn for his unhappy childhood, he had suspended from the ceiling of the room we speak of a little cage of silver wire in which a cricket was kept prisoner to chirp as they used to do in the old days among the cinders in the great fireplaces at the Chateau de Lourps. Whenever he heard this sound, which he had so often listened to on many an evening of constraint and silence in his mother's chamber, all the miseries of a wretched and neglected childhood would come crowding before the eye of memory. At such times... a sudden commotion would shake his soul, a longing for revenge on dreary hours endured in former times... - JK Huysman -


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