The Man Who was Thursday

[Dave Monroe]

On Tue, Aug 11, 2009 at 4:03 AM, Dave Monroe<against.the.dave at gmail.com> wrote:

> From G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who was Thursday (1908), Ch. 1, "The Two
> Poets of Saffron Park":

   He stared and talked at the girl’s red hair and amused face for
what seemed to be a few minutes; and then, feeling that the groups in
such a place should mix, rose to his feet. To his astonishment, he
discovered the whole garden empty. Everyone had gone long ago, and he
went himself with a rather hurried apology. He left with a sense of
champagne in his head, which he could not afterwards explain. In the
wild events which were to follow this girl had no part at all; he
never saw her again until all his tale was over. And yet, in some
indescribable way, she kept recurring like a motive in music through
all his mad adventures afterwards, and the glory of her strange hair
ran like a red thread through those dark and ill-drawn tapestries of
the night. For what followed was so improbable, that it might well
have been a dream.

> http://www.bartleby.com/158/1.html
> http://www.bartleby.com/158/
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Man_Who_Was_Thursday

Cf. ...

"... fragile girls with heart-shaped faces, huge eyes, spun-gold hair,
prisoners in the top room of a circular tower, embroidering a kind of
tapestry which spilled out the slit windows and into a void, seeking
hopelessly to fill the void: for all the other buildings and
creatures, all the waves, ships and forests of the earth were
contained in this tapestry, and the tapestry was the world." (Lot 49,
Ch. 1, p. 21)

http://www.ottosell.de/pynchon/varo.htm

Thanks, Otto!