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(...)It partook, she felt, carefully helping Mr. Bankes to a specially tender piece, of eternity; there is a coherence in things, a stability; something, she meant, is immune from change, and shines out (she glanced at the window with its ripple of reflected lights) in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby; so that again tonight she had the feeling she had had once today, already, of peace, of rest. Of such moments, she thought, the thing is made that remains for ever after. This would remain... (the Bœuf en Daube was a perfect triumph). Here, she felt; putting the spoon down, was the still space that lies about the heart of things, where one could move or rest.

XVII "The Window"
(Woolf again, en pleno corazón de To the Lighthouse.)
 

hoy no me he dejado quejarme por nada... pequeño día iglú de carpe diem relajado, aunque mi superego seguía planeando por ahí con la lucecita on. y ha sido bastante como esto


cualquier día me emociono plenamente largando reflexiones sobre my dearest, Virginia Woolf

 

 

1 comentario

Queremos tanto a Babyblue -

y por aquí andaré yo disimulando el embobamiento maravilloso de cuando hablas de virginia woolf. sólo faltarán dos medianas y que barcelona no sea algo así como macondo.
precioso lo de "pequeño día iglú de carpe diem relajado, aunque mi superego seguía planeando por ahí con la lucecita on". Precioso y espejo. me gusta mirarme en cuando tienes días así.