hey can you put up a quote form it? maybe four. I am gonna track this down. I dont think of her as wildly imaginary, as her incites involving an exchange that adapts and attacks modes of language, fOUND IT
He had a brother who had refused to go to school and had
locked himself up in his room with many books. He only came
out of it to eat and to renew his supply of books. At the end of
seven years he came out and passed his examinations
brilliantly and became a professor.
He indulged in one gentle form of madness which did not affect
his scholarly and philosophical knowledge. He insisted that he
had no marrow in his bones.
TO ME, THIS QUOTE is a form of humor in addressing condition of being a reader and that marrow in bones had given way to ? seeking the emptiness and breadth of knowing, as bi poles. Tho not necessarily bipolar... THANKS for putting up.
It is regular fiction, it is told in stories. And some are from childhood as a reflection on its dreams and dramas.
Thank you for this intro. Love Anais Nin
Thank you for reading my drivel.
Not drivel.
Appreciated.
hey can you put up a quote form it? maybe four. I am gonna track this down. I dont think of her as wildly imaginary, as her incites involving an exchange that adapts and attacks modes of language, fOUND IT
Glad you found it. I read and wrote about this book quite a while ago.
He had a brother who had refused to go to school and had
locked himself up in his room with many books. He only came
out of it to eat and to renew his supply of books. At the end of
seven years he came out and passed his examinations
brilliantly and became a professor.
He indulged in one gentle form of madness which did not affect
his scholarly and philosophical knowledge. He insisted that he
had no marrow in his bones.
TO ME, THIS QUOTE is a form of humor in addressing condition of being a reader and that marrow in bones had given way to ? seeking the emptiness and breadth of knowing, as bi poles. Tho not necessarily bipolar... THANKS for putting up.
It is regular fiction, it is told in stories. And some are from childhood as a reflection on its dreams and dramas.
Appreciate your added work and insight.
She bought her uncle a canary with a
coloratura voice and said: “Did you know that birds do not have
marrow in their bones?”
“Yes,” said her uncle, “but neither have I.”
“How marvelous,” said Renate, “that means that you can fly!”
Her uncle was impressed but would not put himself through
the test. For fear she might urge him to explore this new
concept, he never referred to his handicap again. But before
adopting complete silence on this subject he offered her a
rational explanation of its cause.
“My mother told me that she became pregnant while still
nursing me. Slowly I realized that this other child, my ({younger} brother {still in womb}),
had absorbed all the nourishment away from me, thus leaving
me without marrow in my bones.”