Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Many are the Country Doctors, Still Waiting for Godot

Text version for all the modern Tellites still willing to peek into the abyss

4 comments:

nicrap said...

Incidentally, i was re-reading Middle march and came upon this rather apt passage:

Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. Brooke had invited him, and only six days afterwards Mr. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent, seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. Indeed, Will had declined to fix on any more precise destination than the entire area of Europe. Genius, he held, is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other, it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work, only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. The attitudes of receptivity are various, and Will had sincerely tried many of them. He was not excessively fond of wine, but he had several times taken too much, simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint, and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned.

nicrap said...

Erratum - "Middlemarch" above.

-FJ said...

Perhaps this passage best describes the sentiments of those who comprise the "middling classes"... waiting to be "chosen" or "granted a message" by Thoth, for the ibis can only eat one fish at a time...

nicrap said...

Indeed! The book is a masterpiece by and large... :)