Monday, June 04, 2007

Withrow Park, casting a cautious glance towards the swings.

Caucasian male, early 40s, with sandy-blonde hair and baby face, wearing baggy shorts, tie-dyed t-shirt and old Converse sneakers. A square of scar tissue sprouts the odd hair on the back of his calf.

Notes From The Underground, Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Penguin Classic)

About page 88:

Be that as it may, even when an executioner takes a bribe to beat a man lightly, he still delivers the first blow with his full strength. This is tradition. The subsequent blows he softens, especially if he has been paid beforehand. But whether he has been paid or not, the first blow is his own.

Fully grown, the house centipede has an average of 17 pairs of long, delicate legs. He watches it run with astonishing speed along the tub's base, its repeated attempts to ascend the walls ending in failure. He knows that centipedes generally run in straight lines. He considers getting a jar from the pantry and releasing the crawler into a cool patch of shade outdoors. He rolls off a length of toilet paper and raises the seat.


Karjai said...

Mercy truly is for the weak; be it the giver or receiver. In my foolish youth, I had earnestly believed that if I extended enough mercy to others, that I shall have it in my own right in due course. That of course is utter nonesense and thus I now live my life accordingly with the minor caveat that your deeds do leave an indelible etching upon your subconscience and thus never leave you or your projected self.

The Chapatikid said...

One of my favourite books, along with Crime and Punishment.