Eugene N.

 

Michael Weingrad's Eugene Nadelman arrived from Philly.

out of luck

"'[W]hen a man gets a streak of luck,—n---- luck—he don't get tired. The luck gives in first. Luck,' continued the gambler, reflectively, 'is a mighty queer thing. All you know about it for certain is that it's bound to change. And it's finding out when it's going to change that makes you. We've had a streak of bad luck since we left Poker Flat—you come along, and slap you get into it, too. If you can hold your cards right along you're all right.'"

~~ from "The Outcasts of Poker Flat" by Bret Harte

luck

"He is just as nice and pleasant as ever, but he still does not know enough to come in out of the rain. He is the stupidest man in the universe. Until now, nobody knew it but Scoresby and myself. He has been followed, day by day, year by year, by a strange luck. He has been a shining soldier in all our wars for years. He has filled his whole military life with mistakes. Every one of them brought him another honorary title. Look at his chest, flooded with British and foreign medals. Well, sir, every one of them is the record of some great stupidity or other. They are proof that the best thing that can happen to a man is to be born lucky. I say again, as I did at the dinner, Scoresby's a complete fool."

~~ from "Luck" by Mark Twain

Gary Amdahl

Portrait of Gary Amdahl's Visigoth: Stories and I Am Death: Two Novellas.

 

the most pleasant part of life

"Kyoto I thoroughly enjoyed, staying in a Japanese inn, old-style, sleeping on a straw mat and lying on the floors half the day, admiring the little moss garden. Being on the floor was childhood again, and childhood is still the most pleasant part of life. A confession of adult failure."

~~ from Saul Bellow to Frances Gendlin, May 1972

A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty

"A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty—and, by which definition, a philosopher—dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security."

~~ from Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard