“… I have had my vision.”
January 19, 2008
1/19/08
“He rose and stood in the bow of the boat, very straight and tall, for all the world, James thought, as if he were saying, ‘There is no God,’ and Cam thought, as if he were leaping into space, and they both rose to follow him as he sprang, lightly like a young man, holding his parcel, on to the rock.”
January 12, 2008
1/12/08
“But in them I had been, at first,
tongue. If they speak,
I have myself, and love them.”
1/12/08
“One wanted, she thought, dipping her brush deliberately, to be on a level with ordinary experience, to feel simply that’s a chair, that’s a table, and yet at the same time, It’s a miracle, it’s an ecstasy.”
January 5, 2008
1/05/08
“But what she wished to get hold of was that very jar on the nerves, the thing itself before it has been made anything.”
January 4, 2008
1/04/08
“But what does one send to the lighthouse? Perished. Alone. The grey-green light on the wall opposite.”
January 2, 2008
1/02/08
“Tortoise-shell butterflies burst from the chrysalis and pattered their life out on the window-pane.”
1/02/08
“But the stillness and the brightness of the day were as strange as the chaos and tumult of the night, with the trees standing there, and the flowers standing there, looking before them, looking up, yet beholding nothing, eyeless, and so terrible.”
