Céline and Turgenev's sentiments overlap, a century apart
Wednesday, 29 January 2020 13:40
Why is it that even when we are enjoying music, for instance, or a beautiful evening, or a conversation in agreeable company, it all seems no more than a hint of some infinite felicity existing apart somewhere, rather than actual happiness – such, I mean, as we ourselves can really possess?
- Ivan Turgenev, Fathers And Children
We kissed. But I didn’t kiss her properly as I should have, on my knees if the truth be known. I was always partly thinking about something else at the same time, about not wasting time and tenderness, as if I wanted to keep them for something magnificent, something sublime, for later, but not for Molly and not for this particular kiss.
- Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey To The End Of The Night