tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691416.post114515265374145766..comments2023-08-21T09:54:44.260-05:00Comments on wrestling entropy: Recent Readingallisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11306695897219837503noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691416.post-1145384990286351372006-04-18T13:29:00.000-05:002006-04-18T13:29:00.000-05:00From John Fowles's novella "The Ivory Tower," whic...From John Fowles's novella "The Ivory Tower," which I'm just finishing, here are a married painter's musings on a nearly pursued affair:<BR/><BR/>"Underlying all this there stood the knowledge that he would not change; he would go on painting as before, he would forget this day, he would find reasons to interpret everything differently, as a transient losing his head, a self-indulgent folly. A scar would grow over it, then fall away, and the skin would be as if there had never been a wound. He was crippled by common sense, he had no ultimate belief in chance and its exploitation, the missed opportunity would become the finally sensible decision, the decent thing; the flame of deep fire that had singed him a dream, a moment's illusion; her reality just one more unpursued idea kept among old sketchbooks at the back of a studio cupboard."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com