"Papa Hemingway once said that prose is architecture not interior decoration, but he was only half right: good prose is both, as he must have known in the velvet chambers of his crimson heart. Papa was another one of those geniuses who spent his entire life making a hysterical effort to appear effort-free, sitting down there in his all-day pyjamas with those overflowing tumblers of Dubonnet, shaping his grievances into the mannered simplicities of The Old Man and the Sea. In fact, Papa at his best was like Wallace Stevens , the great, inspired Interior Decorator of American Literature, the tycoon of poetry, whose idea of order at Key West was one where nothing was given and everything was made. 'For she was the maker of the song she sang... repeated in a summer without end'."(andrew o'hagan, the life and opinions of maf the dog and of his friend marilyn monroe, faber and faber, p. 49)
apropo de decoraţiuni interioare, am inventat o modalitate de agăţat eşarfele. respectiv de balustrada de la scări. la toamnă, o să-mi brevetez invenţia şi o să-i spun şalul e şarfele. şi din banii luaţi o să merg s-o vizitez pe casiana la new york.
profit de această ocazie ca să-mi reamintesc că cel mai bine ar fi să nu mai încerc să alerg pe scări, pentru că în curînd am să rămîn fără genunchi.
hai mai bine să pescuim homari: