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“Which
of us, in his moments of ambition, has not dreamed of the miracle of a poetic
prose, musical, without rhythm and without rhyme, supple enough and rugged
enough to adapt itself to the lyrical impulses of the soul, the undulations of
reverie, the jibes of conscience? It was
above all, out of my exploration of huge cities, out of the medley of their
innumerable interrelations, that this haunting ideal was born.” [1.]
“The
undying scenes we can all see if we shut our eyes are not the scenes that we
have stared at under the direction of guide books; the scenes we see are the
scenes at which we did not look at all – the scenes in which we walked when we
were thinking about something else – about sin, or a love affair, or some
childish sorrow. We can see the
background now because we did not see it then.” [2.]
[1.]:
Charles Beaudelaire, ‘Le Spleen De
Paris’, Paris, 1869
[2.]:
G.K. Chesterton, ‘Dickens’, (‘Vie Des Hommes Illustrees, Vol 9’), (Trans.
Laurent/Martin-Dupont), Paris, 1927
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