silverrevolver

Are we nourished only by fictions, by lies? I recall the words Bathazar wrote down somewhere in his tall grammmarian's handwriting: "We live by selected fictions," and also: "Everything is true of everybody. . ." Were these words of Pursewarden's quarried from his own experience of men and women, or simply from a careful observation of us, our behaviors and their result? I don't know. a passage comes to mind in which Pursewarden speaks about the role of the artist in life. He says something like this: "Aware of every discord, of every calamity in the nature of man himself, he can do nothing to warn his friends, to point, to cry out in time and to try and save them. It would be useless. For they are the deliberate factors of their own unhappiness. All the artist can say as an imperative is: 'Reflect and weep.'"
-Lawrence Durelll

She's not mistaken, just a little misled.
-Will Johnson