Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Sunday Papers: Knut Hamsun (Wednesday edition)

"A wanderer plays with muted strings when he comes to fifty years. [...] A wanderer who cannot reckon every day on food and drink, clothes and boots, and house and home, feels just the right degree of privation when all these luxuries are lacking. If you cannot manage one way, why, there will be another. But if the other way should also fail, then one does not forgive one’s God, but takes up the responsibility oneself. Shoulder against what comes — that is, bow to it. A trifle hard for flesh and blood, and it greys a man’s hair sadly. But a wanderer thanks God for life; it was good to live!"

On the turntable:  Chet Baker, "Chet Baker in Europe"

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