
A Hunger Artist and Other Stories (Oxford World's Classics)

- A. has a very high opinion of himself. He believes he is far advanced in virtue because he feels that, as an increasingly attractive target, he is exposed to an increasing number of temptations from directions previously unknown to him. But the true explanation is that a great devil has taken up residence within him, and the monstrous number of
Joyce Crick • A Hunger Artist and Other Stories (Oxford World's Classics)
but everything remained unchanged, the*
Joyce Crick • A Hunger Artist and Other Stories (Oxford World's Classics)
So many unfinished stories. They should name this book “Hunger Artist and other unfinished stories”
Perhaps I am in someone else’s burrow, I thought, and now the owner is digging towards me.
Joyce Crick • A Hunger Artist and Other Stories (Oxford World's Classics)
I wondered this!
I have always taken too many breaks—
Joyce Crick • A Hunger Artist and Other Stories (Oxford World's Classics)
He’s so hard on himself. The character really comes through. You wonder how he came to be this way
It probably pushes its snout into the earth with a single great thrust, and tears up a huge clod; in this time I hear nothing; this is the interval; but then it draws its breath once more for a fresh thrust; this inhalation of air, which must make an earth-shattering row, not only on account of the beast’s strength but also on account of its speed
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Stunning ability to put you in the mind of the burrow animal. You don’t know what the sound is, a beast, a mystery, a fear
You listen no longer; you leap up, your whole life turns upside down; it is almost like the opening up of the source from which there flows the silence of the burrow.
Joyce Crick • A Hunger Artist and Other Stories (Oxford World's Classics)
Here he switches from I to You. Interesting. I like using them interchangeable too
Indeed, in fairy-tales everything is done on the wing, and my consolation belongs to fairy-tales too.
Joyce Crick • A Hunger Artist and Other Stories (Oxford World's Classics)
I sometimes had the childish wish never to return to the burrow at all, but settle down here near the entrance, spend my life observing the entrance, and find my happiness in constantly reminding myself of how soundly the burrow, if I were inside it, would keep me safe.
Joyce Crick • A Hunger Artist and Other Stories (Oxford World's Classics)
The soil had to be practically hammered firm so as to shape the large, beautifully vaulted and rounded space. But for work of that kind I have only my forehead. So thousands and thousands of times, night and day, with my forehead I ran and butted the earth, I was happy if I pounded it till the blood flowed, for that was some proof that the wall was
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