Villette
Oh god I just fell in love with Charlotte Brontë.
I had almost worshipped my Ganges, and I grieved that the grand tide should roll estranged, should vanish like a false mirage. Though stoical, I was not quite a stoic; drops stream fast on my hands, on my desk: I wept one sultry shower, heavy and brief.
posted by Lucy at 10:24 pm
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I'm still down with the big S myself.
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."
Fo' real.
I like Auden's take on the whole thing:
"But now all these heavy books are no use to me any more, for
Where I go words carry no weight: it is best,
Then, I surrender their fascinating counsel
To the silent dissolution of the sea
Which misuses nothing because it values nothing."
('Prospero to Ariel' in The Sea and the Mirror)
I like Jennifer Yellow Hat!
But what of the Hungry HUNGRY caterpillar?
I never got any of those things. My kids will get Margaret Atwood and Louis MacNeice or nothing at all.
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