work had finally borne fruit: he had finally become the master of a singular art that had enabled him not only to describe a world...but also -- to a certain extent-- he could EVEN INTERVENE in the mechanism behind an apparently chaotic swirl of events!..." 4/4 p 265 💙 #SatantangoTogether
He scribbled feverishly and was practically seeing everything that was happening over there, and he KNEW, was deadly certain, that from then on this was how it would be. He realized that all those years of arduous, painstaking... 3/4 p 265 💙 #SatantangoTogether
Turning point/doctor: There was only a faint drip of rain but the sky was the usual dark gray as it glowered over the estate, the bare acacia in front of the Schmidts' place obediently bending before the strong wind. 'They're dead, all of them,' the doctor wrote... 1/4 p 265 💙 #SatantangoTogether
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Used copies of Cousin Better and Pete Goriot by Honore de Balzac
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Loved the last couple of days - an exercise on writing’s effect on reality. I wonder what is next for our cast of misfits, since the cyclical nature doesn’t answer this for us.
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Writing this down had a calming effect, but, when he leafed back to what he had written earlier about SCHMIDT, KRANER & MRS HALICS, he was disappointed to note that it was all wrong. ... He gazed & thought, then suddenly his eyes brightened and he took out a new notebook.
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last day!
Day 44, Apr 13, Mon - p266 “It’s all in my imagination…” to THE END
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Day 43, Apr 12, Sun - START CH1 The Circle Closes p259 to “He lost confidence at this point.”
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Day 42, Apr 11, Sat - p256 “Having dealt so brutally…” to END OF CH2 p258
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There was no particular reason to be uneasy then, since “a higher power” had kept his observation post intact, and nothing could be done about dust or the damp for he knew that there was “no point in getting worked up” about the inevitable process of decay.
Day 41, Apr 10, Fri - START CH2 Nothing but Work and Worries p251 to p256 “Sexually immature.”
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The only one who presents any danger is Futaki, the text began. Nothing serious though. His tendency to rebel only means that he is all the more likely to s--- himself eventually. He could add up to something but can't free (1/2)
#SatantangoTogether The thinker poses a flimsy political check.
„Schreib“, diktierte der erste Konzipist. „Gefährlich, aber brauchbar. Geistig den anderen überlegen. Hinkt.“ „Fertig?“ fragte der andere seufzend. Der erste nickte. „Schreib den Namen hin. Ganz unten. Und zwar... äh... Irimiás.“
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Day 40, Apr 9, Thur - p243 “—because his ears were ringing…” to END OF CH3
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". . . Because what did it mean to say that something represented a cross between primitive insensitivity and chillingly inane emptiness in a bottomless pit of unbridled dark?!"
meta story on documenting witness account, various takes and take-downs, (e.g. Mrs. Schmidt!) clerks: "And because it was clearly hopeless trying to resolve the actual contents they took the cavalier course of reducing the whole febrile mishmash to a single, sane sentence" p 255 #SatantangoTogether
Ir. gives Schmidts, Halics, Kraners 1000 forints+ work assignments/ Futaki: "Don't bother with me. Someone bound to offer me a job as a nightwatchman. Irimias: "..always so stubborn...Go to The Golden Triangle. They're looking for a nightwatchman...Here is 1000 forints..." p 248💙 #SatantangoTogether
Futaki: Now suddenly everything was clear. Irimias...too was just filling in time...F. now understood...speech at the bar... concealing from those who still believed in Ir. the truth...no hoped to lend meaning to the power, that even he, Ir., could not free himself from" p 244 #SatantangoTogether
And as concerns his appearance he looks like a scrawny, dry cucumber left too long in the sun, his intellectual capacity below even that of Schmidt, which is truly saying something..."Let's write," the one by the typewriter suggested, "of worn appearance, lacking ability..."
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„Meister, du willst die ganze Welt in die Luft jagen!“ rief Petrina erschrocken. „Du willst das Nichts!“ Irimiás antwortete nicht.
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"...should they come to a fork in that road, he couldn’t begin to decide which road to take because he was helpless, resigned to the fact that his fate was being decided elsewhere, by a noisy, rattling, ancient wreck of a truck over which he had absolutely no control."
could not understand what had happened to them: What demonic power had taken possession of them , stifling every sane..impulse?...to 'have eyes' only for the...desolate aspect of their future home, lose track 2/3 p 237 #Irimias #SatantangoTogether
Irimias: "with a grave face...'Look, I have no idea what exactly happened here...But I will overlook it this time... and with a careworn expression: "All right, let's get down to business!" It was as if they were now emerging from some evil spell. They were sober...but p 237 1/3 #SatantangoTogether
Day 39, Apr 8, Wed - p236 “Shut up…” to p243 “As you can see, it has all turned out for the best…”
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„ihre Aufgabe werde darin bestehen … Ereignisse, die ‚für unsere Aufgabe bedeutsam sind’, streng zu registrieren, wozu sie sich die unentbehrliche Fertigkeit aneignen müssten, ‚zwischen günstigen und ungünstigen Zeichen zu unterscheiden, klarer
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What made it possible for people like them — people who had finally managed to emerge from years of apparently terminal hopelessness to breathe the dizzying air of freedom — to rush around in senseless despair, like prisoners in a cage so that even their vision had clouded over?
