Books like Plexus

Metaphorically speaking the world is a real network of nerves, blood vessels and lymphatics: a plexus.And Henry Miller is a human ganglion placed inside this huge Plexus…Often I have wondered, after reading about evenings with Mallarme, or with Joyce, or with Max Jacob, let us say, how these sessions of ours compared. To be sure, none of my companions of those days ever dreamed of becoming a figure in the world of art. They loved to discuss art, all the arts, but they themselves had no thought of becoming artists. Most of them were engineers, architects, physicians, chemists, teachers, lawyers. But they had intellect and they had enthusiasm, and they were all so sincere, so avid, that sometimes I wonder if the music we made might not have rivalled the chamber music which issued from the sacred quarters of the masters.So many have a potential and so few live up to it, “For many are called, but few are chosen.”