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writers and their cats: toni morrison / albert camus / patricia highsmith / ursula k. le guin / ernest hemingway / iris murdoch / tove jansson / joyce carol oates
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And I do love you. And you are awfully interesting. And I want to protect you from all pains and terrors.
// Iris Murdoch, from ‘The Philosopher's Pupil’
—Iris Murdoch
Iris Murdoch, from her novel titled "Under The Net," originally published in 1954
Under the same moon (On separation)
Makato Shinkai, 5 Centimeters per Second// Edna St. Vincent Millay, A Few Figs from Thistles// Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore, Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince.
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Iris Murdoch - The Sandcastle - Penguin - 1971 (cover photograph by Harri Peccinotti)
I had once believed that life could be ordered, that people could be arranged into categories, that love could be a simple and precise thing. But now I see it is like an infinite fractal pattern, endlessly complex and full of unresolvable contradictions. The closer I get, the more obscure it becomes. There are no answers to the fundamental questions. People are not as we imagine them. They are not our mirror images, nor are they the figures of our fantasies. They are infinitely strange. And that strangeness, that terrifying unknowability, is what makes them so cruel.
Iris Murdoch
Iris Murdoch, The Italian Girl
