Pages cornées

Oui, moi je fais partie de celles qui cornent les pages des livres. Des livres qui m'appartiennent uniquement. Pas ceux qu'on me prête, ni ceux que j'emprunte à la bibliothèque, pour ceux là, n'importe quoi qui me passe sous la main fait office de marque-page, j'ai aussi quelques marque-pages officiels (je viens de vérifier l'orthographe du pluriel, c'est bien ça: marque-pages).
Donc, Martin Amis, The Information (quand on donne un titre en anglais, on met une majuscule à tous les mots). Une dizaine de pages cornées marquent des passages qui m'ont semblé utiles de garder, sinon, si on ne corne pas, ou si on ne prend pas soin de noter le numéro de la page, on oublie, en continuant la lecture, on relâche le passage dans l'anonymat de la masse du livre, et c'est fini.

  The weather wasn't great but it was still meant to be summer. Something had gone wrong with summer. But this is England - and that's nothing new.
  Consider. The four seasons are meant to correspond to the four principal literary genres. That is to say, summer, autumn, winter and spring are meant to correspond (and here I list them hierarchically) to tragedy, romance, comedy and satire. Close this book for a second and see if you can work it out: which season corresponds to which genre.
  It's obvious, really. Once you've got comedy and tragedy right, the others follow.
  Summer: romance. Journeys, quests, magic, talking animals, damsels in distress.
  Autumn: tragedy. Isolation and decline, fatal flaws and falls, the throes of heroes.
  Winter: satire. Anti-utopias, inverted worlds, the embrace of the tundra: the embrace of wintry thoughts.
  Spring: comedy. Weddings, apple blossom, maypoles, no more misunderstandings - away with the old, on with the new.
  We keep waiting for something to go wrong with the seasons. But something has already gone wrong with the genres. They have all bled into one another. Decorum is non longer observed.