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  • Fred shared from Beatleness: How the Beatles and Their Fans Remade the World by Candy Leonard
    The Beatles had achieved what they set out to achieve. The next leg of their journey didn’t have as clear a path as the one that led them to realize their one sweet dream. There was no exit strategy. They had matured, but they were still four young men finding their way. Each meandered where his interest took him, and that was, not surprisingly, away from each other. And for the two principals, it was toward new primary partners. The synergistic “Maclen” energy had dissipated.
    Note: Where the Beatles found themselves after Abbey Road.
  • Fred shared from Between the Woods and the Water: On Foot to Constantinople: From the Middle Danube to the Iron Gates (Journey Across Europe Book 2) by Patrick Leigh Fermor
    Note: Finally got around to finishing this book. A great work of travel writing by a 19 year old Englishman walking his way across 1930's Europe.
  • Fred shared from Suspended Sentences: Three Novellas (The Margellos World Republic of Letters) by Patrick Modiano
    In my memory, that smile remains Roger Vincent’s main attribute: it was always playing about his lips. Roger Vincent bathed in that smile, which was distant and dreamy rather than jovial, and which enveloped him like a very light mist. There was something muffled about that smile, as about his voice and bearing. Roger Vincent never made any noise. You never heard him coming, and when you turned around, there he was behind you. From the window of our room, we sometimes saw him arrive at the wheel of his American car. It stopped in front of the house like a speedboat with its motor cut off, carried...
    Note: How Nobel laureates write.
  • Fred shared from Suspended Sentences: Three Novellas (The Margellos World Republic of Letters) by Patrick Modiano
    That evening, we had walked by his hotel and continued on toward the Carrefour Montparnasse. He no longer knew which man he was. He told me that after a certain number of years, we accept a truth that we’ve intuited but kept hidden from ourselves, out of carelessness or cowardice: a brother, a double died in our stead on an unknown date and in an unknown place, and his shadow ends up merging with us.
    Note: This will make you think, if you're an obsessive person like me.
  • Fred shared from Suspended Sentences: Three Novellas (The Margellos World Republic of Letters) by Patrick Modiano
    Colette is leaning against the front door of a private townhouse, hands in the pockets of her raincoat. Every time I look at that picture, it hurts. It’s like in the morning when you try to recall your dream from the night before, but all that’s left are scraps that dissolve before you can put them together. I knew that woman in another life and I’m doing my best to remember. Maybe someday I’ll manage to break through that layer of silence and amnesia.
    Note: Starting a book by Patrick Modiano, the Nobel laureate.
(Kernersville, NC United States)
Fred Lugar