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Beatus ille

King Vidor said that "the beauty and simplicity are the same thing." Add one to two qualities tend to that uniqueness when dealing with intelligence and displayed in an elegant way. Well, all this is achieved in the twenties, the book collects articles entitled 's happiness minnows, and delightful short pieces that beautifully edited Cliff. This set of qualities makes the texts of Simon Leys we seek a few moments of joy and calm reflection, but above all, that we captivate by its original mix as the daily chronicle of thoughts on the art, timeless quotes always rightly brought and an uncompromising sense. Arguably, this is a short treatise of good reason and the best quote, so this little book deserves to be on hand, as "the greatest pleasure of reading is rereading" according Leys himself says, his Readers will always ensured our enjoyment and occasionally returning to these pages. It then leaves a taste of what noted:

No expert in literature never be surprised by the distance that separates a writer from his writings, on the other hand, are not the deeds of the active life which produce great works, but rather the failure, the dark sorrows, boredom, the barren nothingness of days. And the novelist's genius lies, as Orwell said about DH Lawrence in "extraordinary ability to know through the imagination that can not be known through observation."

The beauty called the disaster the same way as the towers attract lightning. (...) The ignorance, obscurantism, bad taste or stupidity is not simply the result of shortcomings, but for many other active forces that claim furiously at every opportunity, and do not tolerate any exceptions to his tyranny. The talent always inspired is an insult to mediocrity. And if this is true of the aesthetic, even more so in the moral. More than artistic beauty, moral beauty seems to have the gift of exasperating our sad species. The need to reduce everything to our miserable level of stain, mock and degrade all that we are dominated by its splendor is probably one of the most distressing features of human nature.

History, contrary to what he believes public opinion, does not record the events. Only registered echoes of the events, which is very different, and to do so, relies on the imagination and memory.