(↑パスタを作って洗濯物干しで乾かしてるところ。)
(Today’s music : Take A Chance by Mr.Flagio )
最近読んだ本の中から…
https://norikaeden.hatenadiary.com/entry/2019/04/30/Norway_
1冊目 “Normal People” by Sally Rooney
・She was attuned to the presence of his body in a microscopic way, as if the ordinary motion of his breathing was powerful enough to make her ill.
・Their secret weighed inside her body pleasurably, pressing down her pelvic bone when she moved.
・The music is so loud it throbs inside her body.
・The intimacy of their discussion, often moving back and forth from the conceptual to the personal.
・His appearance is like a favorite piece of music to her, sending a little different each time she hears it.
・The sensation is so extreme she feels faint
・All these years they’ve been like two little plants sharing the same plot of soil, growing one another, contorting to make room, taking unlikely positions.
・And he felt the old beat of pleasure in his body, like watching a perfect goal, like the rustling movement of light through leaves, a phrase of music from the window of a passing car.
・Life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.
・It suggests to Connell that the same imagination he used as a reader is necessary to understand real people also, and to be intimate with them.
・Connell was laughing at nothing just because so much excitement demanded some kind of outward expression and he didn’t want to cry.
・If she was different with Connell, the difference was not happening inside herself, in her personhood, but in between them, in the dynamic.
2冊目: “We” by Yevgeny Zamyatin
本当はもっとたくさんあるんだけど、Contextual なもの全部除いたら逆にSensualなものがたくさん残った。
※ "…"は実際にそう書いてあったもの。私が書くのに飛ばしたところは"(中略)"のところ。
・I turned around. She had on a light dress of an old fashioned cut, saffron- yellow. This was a thousand times more evil than wearing nothing at all. Through the thin material you could see two pointed tips that flowed pink like coals seen through ashes. Her knees were tender, round...
・You love it because you can’t master it. You can only love something that refuses to be mastered.
・Suddenly her arm crept round my neck, lips touched lips, went deeper, things got even scarier.... I swear, this was a total surprise for me,
(中略)
Unbearably sweet lips (the liqueur, I suppose)... and I tasted a swallow of burning poison, and another, and another, and I broke free of the earth, a free planet, whirling furiously, down, down, along some orbit yet to be calculated.
(中略)
I became glass. I saw into myself, inside.
・Love and hunger rule the world.
・”You aren’t the same, not how you were before. You aren’t mine !”
What a savage terminology - “mine.” I was never....
・My heart was light and fast as an aero.
・She waited.There was a dull sound of the body closing. Then very very slowly I-330(←登場人物の名前) thrusting her sharp sweet needle deeper and deeper into my heart? Pressing against me with her shoulder, her arm, her whole body, And we went, she and I, I and she, two as one....
・Yesterday I lay down and instantly sank to the bottom of sleep, like a sheep overloaded and overturned. Issueless dearth of having green water.
・It was ripe. Helplessly, like iron and magnet, sweetly yielding to the immutable precise law. I emptied myself into her. (中略), there was no me. There were only the dear sharp, clenched teeth, there were the golden eyes that opened wide on me, and through them I slowly penetrated inside, deeper and deeper.
・ But why do those two exist side by side in me: I don’t want and I want ? That’s just what’s so horrible.
・ The lances of her lashes move apart to let me pass inside... and ... but how can I find words for what it does to me, this ancient rite, stupid and wonderful, of her lips touching mine ? That formula could express how this whirlwind sweeps everything out of my soul, except her?
・And then here I back down, right beside the stone, my body rumpled, happy, crumpled, as if it had just made love. Sun. Voices from above. I-330’s smile. Some women with golden hair, herself all gold and satin, song of grasses.
・Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers will always be children.
・A hot flashing whirlwind - I’ve never seen her like this, and she was all around me, I vanished into her....
・ I drop onto the floor beside her chair, put my arms around her legs, throw my head back, and look into her eyes. first into one and then into the other, to see myself in each, myself in wonderful captivity....
・ I’m leaving.... for the unknown.
・but I know it. I know this resiliency pliant voice, like a slashing whip.
・ The blood rushed into my head, my cheeks- and again the page is blank except for the beating pulse in my temples and, above, that echoing voice- but not a word remains.
・I lay down on the bed- and sleep fell on me instantly, like an animal can’t smothered me....
