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kristinmarta 's review for:
Against Nature: A Novel
by Joris-Karl Huysmans
3.5. What a strange book. Below are some selected quotes.
“Already he was dreaming of some kind of refine solitude, a comfortable wilderness, a snug and immovable ark in which to seek refuge from the incessant deluge of human folly.”
“Lastly, he hated, with all the energy of which he was capable, the rising generation, this new class of abominable louts who find it impossible not to talk and laugh at the top of their voices in restaurants and cafés, who jostle you without apology on the pavements, who, without a word of excuse, or even the slightest bow, ram the wheels of their perambulators against your legs.”
“‘Go and throw the sandwich’ he told the servant, ‘to those children who are murdering each other oh the road; let’s hope the weaker ones are crushed in the scramble and that they don’t get so much as a crumb; and that they are then soundly thrashed when they return home with torn trousers and black eyes; it will give them a taste of what life hold in store for them!’ Then he went back into the house , where he sank, almost fainting, into an armchair.”
“Already he was dreaming of some kind of refine solitude, a comfortable wilderness, a snug and immovable ark in which to seek refuge from the incessant deluge of human folly.”
“Lastly, he hated, with all the energy of which he was capable, the rising generation, this new class of abominable louts who find it impossible not to talk and laugh at the top of their voices in restaurants and cafés, who jostle you without apology on the pavements, who, without a word of excuse, or even the slightest bow, ram the wheels of their perambulators against your legs.”
“‘Go and throw the sandwich’ he told the servant, ‘to those children who are murdering each other oh the road; let’s hope the weaker ones are crushed in the scramble and that they don’t get so much as a crumb; and that they are then soundly thrashed when they return home with torn trousers and black eyes; it will give them a taste of what life hold in store for them!’ Then he went back into the house , where he sank, almost fainting, into an armchair.”