It being the beginning of what I believe to be a whirlwind of a month, I decided to sneak away for a little bit- but, really, just roaming about looking at the usual sorts of things like scarves, scents and such such. Popping into MoMA for a little bit, I was sad to see that the main hall was taken up by some nonsensical sculpture in conjunction with the current show (which I will take a pass on), but the passing gaze at the Balzac statue (one of a few such in the world) in the entry area was a welcome sight for my sore eyes. It let me project myself far and away from the stale new york air and into the coolness of Paris, where not so long ago I found myself in the Musee Rodin looking at the statue's brother, and also to the Cimitere Pere Lachaise where I paid tribute to the Master's (Balzac's) grave. While the choice of a head sculpture is a bit strange, that of a book (La Comedie Humaine) is perfect- for in those works (of which my projected aim is to read next, after completing La Recheche) I hope to immerse myself in what constitutes the world. For, times have changed, but surely the hearts and motivations of people have surely not.
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| in New York, no longer subject to the elements. |
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| La Comedie Humaine, version in death |
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| triumphant in the garden of the Musee Rodin |
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