"You used to read dictionaries like other people read novels. Each entry is a character, you'd say, that might be encountered under another rubric . . . A dictionary resembles the world more than a novel does, because the world is not a coherent sequence of actions but a constellation of things perceived. It is looked at, unrelated things congregate, and geographic proximity gives them meaning. If events follow one another, they are believed to be a story. But in a dictionary, time doesn't exist: ABC is neither more nor less chronological than BCA."– Suicide, by Eduoard LevĂ©, translated from the French by Jan Steyn, excerpted in Harper's, April 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
how we read and how we are
Labels:
being and nothingness,
bookish,
language time
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