Right now, I’m reading The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Ford, which was a book I included in my summer reading list, and I have to say that it’s a read that I’m quite enjoying. There’s not much dialog in the story, but the blabbering of the protagonist is immensely amusing. I’ve even come across some nice excerpts:
“You may well ask why I write. And yet my reasons are quite many. For it is not unusual in human beings who have witnessed the sack of a city or the falling to pieces of a people, to desire to set down what they have witnessed for the benefit of unknown heirs or of generations infinitely remote; or, if you please, just to get the sight out of their heads.”
I can imagine a series of animations in a person’s head being erased as he or she begins to convert them into words.
“After forty-five years of mixing with one’s kind, one ought to have acquired the habit of being able to know something about one’s fellow beings. But one doesn’t.”
I honestly think this was just brilliant.
