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Alice Tippit

[I]n the messianic night, the creature’s gesture is loosed of any magical-juridical-divinatory density, and becomes simply human and profane. Here, there is no longer any sign or marvel in the divinatory sense; but, since all signs have their fulfillment, man is freed by signs […] Only the representatives of the world of magic and law, the Magi, are featured in an act of adoration – at least to begin with, before they melt into the nameless crowd: elsewhere, all ritual traces dissolve into the economic innocence of the quotidian.

– Agamben, ‘Fable and History: Considerations on the Nativity Crib’

Leaga-ti-o de gat!

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In the mid-thirteenth century, Matthew Paris (poza), an English Benedictine monk, wrote about the early Franciscans:

‘‘[They] carry constantly their books, indeed libraries, in sacks hanging from their necks.’’

din: Neslihan Senocak – The Poor and the Perfect: The Rise of Learning in the Franciscan Order, 1209-1310 (2012). [x]

Huysmans & Leroux

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Lithograph by Auguste Leroux for the 1920 edition of Joris-Karl Huysmans – À rebours (1884).

…si spunea:

His contempt for humanity grew fiercer, and at last he came to realize that the world is made up mostly of fools and scoundrels. It became perfectly clear to him that he could entertain no hope of finding in someone else the same aspirations and antipathies; no hope of linking up with a mind which, like his own, took pleasure in a life of studious decrepitude.

—      Joris-Karl Huysmans, Against Nature.

1991

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Il y eut deux grandes chandelles dans l’histoire et elles ont coïncidé dans le temps: les leçons de ténèbres de la musique baroque, les chandelles des toiles de La Tour.

Les offices des Ténèbres, lors de la semaine sainte, constituaient un rite au cours duquel on éteignait une à une, dans le chant, les lettres hébraïques qui forment le nom de Dieu et, une à une, grâce au souffle d’un enfant en robe rouge et surplis, les bougies qui les représentaient dans l’obscurité de l’agonie.

– Pascal Quignard, Georges de La Tour (1991).