Summary of Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer

Everest Media

Description

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I was sent to Paris for a reason I have yet to understand. I have no money, resources, or hopes. I am the happiest man alive. The world around me is dissolving, and I am left with only spots of time.
#2 I have lunch with Borowski on Wednesday. His wife, who is a cow, officiates. I do not share Van Norden’s opinion of himself. I do not agree that he is a philosopher or a thinker. He is just cunt-struck.
#3 I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world. I am suffocated by it. No one can communicate even a fraction of their feelings to me.
#4 Irène had a valise instead of a cunt. She wanted fat letters to shove in her valise. She was a liar, and never bought a bed for her King Carol. She wanted extension pricks, self-exploding rockets, and hot boiling oil made of wax and creosote.

Sujets

• Fiction
• Literature
• Literary

Informations

• Publié par: Everest Media LLC
• Date de parution: 31 juillet 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798822563001
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Insights on Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer
Contents Insights from Chapter 1
Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I was sent to Paris for a reason I have yet to understand. I have no money, resources, or hopes. I am the happiest man alive. The world around me is dissolving, and I am left with only spots of time.

#2

I have lunch with Borowski on Wednesday. His wife, who is a cow, officiates. I do not share Van Norden’s opinion of himself. I do not agree that he is a philosopher or a thinker. He is just cunt-struck.

#3

I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world. I am suffocated by it. No one can communicate even a fraction of their feelings to me.

#4

Irène had a valise instead of a cunt. She wanted fat letters to shove in her valise. She was a liar, and never bought a bed for her King Carol. She wanted extension pricks, self-exploding rockets, and hot boiling oil made of wax and creosote.

#5

The world is a cage for the Jew, who is surrounded by wild beasts that cannot be controlled. The spectators applaud but the Jew does not hear. The drama is going on inside the cage, and the Jew believes that the world is the cage.

#6

I have made a silent pact with myself not to change a word of what I write. I am not interested in perfecting my thoughts or actions. I am only interested in recording all that which is omitted in books.

#7

I was introduced to a Mr. and Mrs. Wren, who were looking to rent the apartment. They were talking about Mr. Wren’s writing, which was remarkable. Boris said he wrote well in the wintertime.

#8