The agreeable eye

an eudæmonistarchives

More specifically concerning: anxiety

18.04.01

18 April 2001, around 18.32.

Wandered around town, easing into habits. Babbitt-dom is still distant, one hopes. Vague unease, unsettled, unsure, balancing only barely. As usual. Spent too much money on books. Again.

Anxiety of Influence (i): Laurence Sterne

1 May 2003, around 8.07.

in which the author babbles about Tristram Shandy.

Citation (13)

17 November 2003, around 17.28.

notions and scruples.

going to…

4 April 2008, around 13.11.

I’m holding the envelope in my hand, the envelope which says where I’m going to spend the next few years. It feels like I’m holding my future, that it’s fragile and if I look at it incorrectly it will spontaneously combust or dissolve into dust. I know this is not true. I know that it […]

affected

27 March 2012, around 15.00.

There are books which are too powerful, or which are too powerfully effective. I was reading such a book just a few minutes ago – but I won’t name it – about miserable people, leading miserable aimless lives in a gray and dismal country thousands of miles away. It is sunny here, and warm, as […]

Montaigne 1.4

6 February 2015, around 14.33.

But, in good sooth, when the hand is raised to strike we feel hurt if it misses its aim and falls on empty air; so also, if the sight is to have a pleasant prospect, it must not be lost and scattered on vacant space, but have an object to sustain it at a reasonable […]

Montaigne 1.18

15 May 2015, around 16.21.

They who have had a good drubbing in a fight may be led back to the charge on the morrow, though still wounded and bleeding; but if they have been given a good fright by the enemy, you will not induce them even to look at them. —Montaigne (Essays, ‘Of Fear’) The consideration of fear […]

Crambe repetita (42)

15 March 2016, around 9.17.

Danielle Dutton, Margaret the First.

Crambe repetita (45)

15 January 2017, around 6.08.

Qiu Miaojin, Last Words from Montmartre.

imperfective

28 August 2020, around 5.06.

In the mending basket were three pairs of trousers waiting in diverse states of wear and disarray. They had been waiting there for some months, and weighing on my mind for longer – indeed, since I gathered them together with patch and thread and needle to undertake the task of repair, before setting them aside […]

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