As learnèd commentators viewIn Homer more than Homer knew

As learnèd commentators viewIn Homer more than Homer knew. (Jonathan Swift, Jonathan Swift’s on Poetry: A Rapsody–A Critical Edition with a Historical Introduction and Commentary)

In my photographic work I was always especially entranced, said Austerlitz, by the moment when the shadows of reality, so to speak, emerge out of nothing on the exposed paper, as memories do in the middle of the night, darkening again if you try to cling to them, just like a photographic print left in the developing bath too long

Be myself. If only I remembered what it was like to be myself. I’m a fucking waitress in a crappy bar in a small town in the middle of nowhere. I was going nowhere. I had nothing to give him beside myself and my heart and he denied me