Caitlin Thomas
Caitlin Thomas
Caitlin Thomaswas the wife of the poet and writer Dylan Thomas. Their marriage was a stormy affair, fuelled by alcohol and infidelity, though the couple remained together until Dylan's death in 1953. After her husband's death she wrote the book Leftover Life to Kill, an account of her self-exile to Italy. She paints a picture of a grieving widow seeking solace in distance, a younger lover, and alcohol...
pain book learning
none of what I know is out of books. ... I prefer tactual learning. Touching, on the quick of the sore nail, of present, mobile life. To toy, to gnaw, to tear: at the living element of pain. Like at a living drumstick.
drinking men law
There is a brotherliness about a drinking person, which is coldly lacking in the straight and narrow enemies of drink; the difference between the two is more marked than nationality or belief: it is an opposite species altogether. It is against the unwritten laws of congeniality for them to mix. For me, a man who does not drink is distinctly indecent ...
mean roots feelings
England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots ...
men self native
... the mere thought of going near a man who is not mellowly pickled, and whose breath reeks of his native fleshy self, is squeamishly unpalatable to me.
grief broken gone
I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.
beautiful caring degenerates
I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible stage.
grief gay gaiety
there is no gaiety as gay as the gaiety of grief.
sex love-is thieves
Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.
division fastest good guess hopefully last later moved time year
She was in Division II last year and they moved down this year. I guess that's a pretty good day. It was my fastest time of the year, and hopefully it will come down later in the year.
figure good
I'm way off my goal. I have to figure out what I need to do to get back. I didn't feel good at all.
close sad
We're all so close to each other, so it's sad to know that it's over.
lying true-evil two
But the true evil of drink lies in the disillusion: that the initial pleasure very soon evaporates, leaving a demoralizing craving for more, which is not even temporarily pleasurable. Which then leads to deterioration of the faculties of both body and mind; plus a bewildering lack of co-operation between the two.
vulgarity-is heartless littles
A lot of warm vulgarity is incomparably preferable to a little bit of pinched niceness
people creative doe
There is a great gulf between the really creative person and normal people. The totally creative person does not have the rest of his life in proper proportion.