Tuesday, October 10, 2017
from A Lover's Discourse by Roland Barthes
"A mandarin fell in love with a courtesan. 'I shall be yours,' she told him, 'when you have spent a hundred nights waiting for me, sitting on a stool, in my garden, beneath my window.' But on the ninety-ninth night, the mandarin stood up, put his stool under his arm, and went away."
These words are not meant to be read in their entirety. Skim them the way this plane skims the cloud layer, jostling sometim...