Jacques had not wanted to have supper in his apartment because his cook had run away. His cooks were always running away. He was always getting young boys from the provinces, God knows how, to come up and be cooks; and they, of course, as soon as they were able to find their way around the capital, decided that cooking was the last thing they wanted to do. They usually ended up going back to the provinces, those, that is, who did not end up on the streets, or in jail, or in Indo-China.
J. Baldwin, Giovanni's Room (1956), 25
A digital form of the sadly lost fashion for copying out memorable passages from texts. I kept losing my actual book.
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Thursday, 18 June 2026
They usually ended up going back to the provinces, those, that is, who did not end up on the streets, or in jail, or in Indo-China.
Wednesday, 17 June 2026
If I had had any intimation that the self I was going to find would turn out to be only the same self from which I had spent so much time in flight, I would have stayed at home.
I wanted to find myself. This is an interesting phrase, not current as far as I know in the language of any other people, which certainly does not mean what it says but betrays a nagging suspicion that something has been misplaced. I think now that if I had had any intimation that the self I was going to find would turn out to be only the same self from which I had spent so much time in flight, I would have stayed at home.
J. Baldwin, Giovanni's Room (1956), 21
J. Baldwin, Giovanni's Room (1956), 21
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