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Bothersome beast, comforting friend
Leila is a goddess. She has made a promise never to love. If she breaks her vow, all will be lost. Oh, look. Trouble is coming. What’s going to happen? The inevitable. Leila… Leila’s soul is opening. She’s drawn to an idea. He says, “Love has a fatal power.”
Little Women (1994) dir. Gillian Armstrong
Margaret Barr’s “Strange Children”, 1955
— Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past, Vol. 1
[ text ID: If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less, but to dream more, to dream all the time. ]
“—The books I read are the ones I knew and loved when I was a young man and to which I return as you do to old friends: the Old Testament, Dickens, Conrad, Cervantes, Don Quixote—I read that every year, as some do the Bible. Flaubert, Balzac—he created an intact world of his own, a bloodstream running through twenty books—Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Shakespeare. I read Melville occasionally and, of the poets, Marlowe, Campion, Jonson, Herrick, Donne, Keats, and Shelley. I still read Housman. I’ve read these books so often that I don’t always begin at page one and read on to the end. I just read one scene, or about one character, just as you’d meet and talk to a friend for a few minutes.”
— William Faulkner, in His Interview with The Paris Review
Le silence de la mer (1949)
the black art, anne sexton
“They witnessed her destruction, Then were left to wonder why, She saw nothing but darkness, Though the stars shone in her eyes, But maybe they’d forgotten, When they failed to see the cracks, That a star’s light shines the brightest, When it’s starting to collapse.”
— Erin Hanson
James Hillman
Leonard Bernstein
Alessandro Tiarini, Lamentation over the Dead Christ (details), 1617
The Mathematician, 1994.
Anne Zahalka.
Folding Stars | Biffy Clyro
Brother Sun, Sister Moon (1972)
Vincenzo Balocchi, The hands, 1940.
Fritz Henle, In the Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam, 1960s.