Virtues #1.0
Art
Biting into burnt toast – Digital drawing
“He would snap at it with closed eyes, he would gnash it into a pulp, he would vanquish it utterly with his fangs. Then the anguish of pungency, the pang of the spices, as each mouthful died, scorching his palate, bringing tears.”
Beckett, Samuel. More Pricks Than Kicks, Dante and the Lobster
Burnt Toast – done to a dead end
“He laid his cheek against the soft of the bread, it was spongy and warm, alive. But he would very soon take that plush feel off it, by God but he would very quickly take that fat white look off its face. He lowered the gas a suspicion and plaqued one flabby slab plump down on the glowing fabric, but very pat and precise, so that the whole resembled the Japanese flag. Then on top, there not being room for the two to do evenly side by side, and if you did not do them evenly you might just as well save yourself the trouble of doing them at all, the other round was set to warm. When the first candidate was done, which was only when it was black through and through, it changed places with its comrade, so that now it in its turn lay on top, done to a dead end, black and smoking, waiting till as much could be said of the other.”
Samuel Beckett, from the short story, Dante and the Lobster, in the book More Pricks Than Kicks
Samuel Beckett – The Maestro of Failure
Dagmar
