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Then he chews the glass one shard at a time into a fine powder and swallows it. There is said to be no taste...
...death, she recalls a dinner with her husband. Enduring cold, light-weight badinage, Karin looks at him with withering contempt; when the contempt goes out of control, so does she. A glass breaks, and her husband suggests they go to bed. Karin stays at the table, fingers a broken shard, and repeats to herself, "It's all a tissue of lies." When Anna helps her undress, she sees the servant smiling dumbly at her; she slaps Anna, and then apologizes. The nurse is not mocking her; she is only stupid, and can't comprehend Karin's hatred. After the peasant...
...been more, to serve both as balance and counterpoint. There should certainly have been more about the men in the film, who are shadows and ciphers. The single most shattering scene in the film becomes, for this reason, unnecessarily oblique. Preparing herself for bed one evening, Karin takes a shard of glass and lacerates her genitals. Raising the frail white silk of her nightgown toward her waist, showing her husband the blood running down her thighs, she grins in triumph and with a hint of perverse satisfaction. Because we know so little of her husband, though, Karin...
Wrong Question. This is naturally not a field accessible to the normal shard-counting anthropologist. "The failures of anthropology," says Castaneda, "come from our unwillingness to look at other cultures in their own terms. So we ask the wrong questions. In our world Don Juan's acts and experiences don't happen. They are impossible. They conflict with the description of reality we've been fed since we were little babies. So Don Juan just seems a crazy old Indian. But in his world, his way of knowledge is superb and absolutely congruous. My task...
...prose, arranged chronologically so as to provide more information about him, is not an improvement. The resonance is dulled. We are given, for example, three pages about young Nick's nighttime fears, which Hemingway cut from the beginning of Indian Camp. There is a mawkish 63-page shard of an unfinishable novel, telling how the teen-aged Nick and his kid sister hide in the woods to escape a couple of improbably Snopesian game wardens. (In his Hemingway biography Carlos Baker very properly deals with the incident in a few paragraphs. Apparently Ernest had killed some game...