Today more work, more sad. Sad zaps me, more so I think I feel I will be burdensome if I write about my sad on here. Which is silly because it is my blog. And also I think of my own sadness as silly or self indulgent, but I never once have felt that about anyone else's sad. Blah. Instead, I will give you a quote from Brideshead. I finished it months ago, but it haunts me. This passage is describing Julia, the main female character. I think it is one of the most poetic descriptions of a woman I have ever come across.
"She was not yet thirty, but approaching the zenith of her loveliness. She had lost that fashionable spidery look; the head that I used to think Quattrocento, which sat a little oddly on her, was now part of herself and not at all Florentine-not connected in any way with painting or the arts or with anything except herself, so that it would be idle to itemize and dissect her beauty, which was her own essence, and could only be known in her and by her authority.
Time had wrought her another change, too; not only for her sly , complacent smile of La Gioconda; the years had been more than 'the sound of lyres and flutes' and had saddened her
That was the change from ten years ago; that, indeed, was her reward, this haunting, magical sadness which spoke straight to the heart and struck silence; it was the completion of her beauty" -Evelyn Waugh
Amazing literature.
1 comment:
that is wonderful. thank you. thanks for you comment as well. i greatly appreciated it. more thoughts to come and they will probably be more in the form of a direct answer to you. miss you friend.
Post a Comment