Last night I finished Claude Levi-Strauss’s sprawling, fascinating travel book/ anthropology adventure/ memoir Tristes Tropiques. I loved that the endless last sentence (the book is Prostian in many ways) of this deeply philosophical book ended with a description of what it is like to look at a cat.
… the brief glance, heavy with patience, serenity and mutual forgiveness, that, through some involuntary understanding, one can sometimes exchange with a cat.
