Excellent reading. Highly erudite. Such ease of narration.
Highlights, you ask?
The large essay on Stendhal and on De l’amour in particular.
That Twain was not much of a stylist.
And … the prose poetry of Francis Ponge:
- “Kings do not touch doors. They do not know that pleasure of pushing open in front of you, slowly or brusquely, one of those big familiar rectangular panels, and turning back to close it in its place again – holding a …”
- “. . . the pleasure of grabbing, at the belly of one of those tall obstacles to a room, its porcelain knob; the rapid duel in which you hold back your step for the instant it takes for the eye to open and the whole body to adapt to its new surroundings.”
- “With a friendly hand you hold onto it still, before decisively pushing it back and closing yourself in another room — a feeling of enclosure which is reenforced by the click of the handle’s powerful, but well-oiled spring.”
- “The Pleasures of the Door”