"Whatever men make," (Jill) says,"what they felt when they made it is there.If it was made to make money, it will smell of money. That's why these houses are so ugly, all the corners they cut to make a profit are still in them. That's why the cathedrals are so lovely; nobles and ladies in velvet and ermine dragged the stones up the ramps. Think of a painter. He stands in front of the canvas with a colour on his brush. whatever he feels when he makes the mark - if he's tired or bored or happy and proud - will be there. The same colour but we'll feel it. Like fingerprints. Like handwriting. Man is a means for turning things into spirit and turning spirit into things.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
From John Updike's Rabbit Redux
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