Date: 1854
"I ha' lookn at't an thowt o' thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope."
preview | full record— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)
Date: January, 1884
"The attempt at introspective analysis in these cases is in fact like seizing a spinning top to catch its motion, or trying to turn up the gas quickly enough to see how the darkness looks."
preview | full record— James, William (1842-1910)
Date: January, 1884
"I wish that space were here afforded to show what, in most cases of rapid thinking, the fringe or halo is with which each successive image is enveloped."
preview | full record— James, William (1842-1910)
Date: 1914
"A light began to tremble on the horizon of his mind."
preview | full record— Joyce, James (1882-1941)
Date: 1922
"I plucked my soul out of its secret place, / And held it to the mirror of my eye, / To see it like a star against the sky, / A twitching body quivering in space, / A spark of passion shining on my face."
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)
Date: 1992
"But his mind was eclipsed by the shadow of his father's presence."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1994
"Because you are traveling right along with him as he forms his sentences, making each word he says appear as a little clump of letters on your screen, you begin to feel as if you are doing the thinking yourself; you occupy some dark space in the interior of his mind as he goes about his job."
preview | full record— Baker, Nicholson (b. 1957)
Date: 2000
"Why was the copula between the brain and the mind plunged in an obligatory darkness?"
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 2001
"And the sweet fragrance wafting up from the walled garden, the waxing moon already in the sky above the rooftops, the sound of church bells ringing down in the city, and the yellow façade of the tailor's house with its green balcony where Moravec, who as Vera told me had died long ago, frequentl...
preview | full record— Sebald, W. G. (1944-2001)
Date: 2005
"Sometimes I'd be hooked out, plucked and hauled right up into the daylight where I'd find Trevellian shining his torch into me, its shaft falling across my mind's patterned surfaces but managing to occupy them only briefly before it retreated and the inner darkness massed again."
preview | full record— McCarthy, Tom (b. 1969)