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February 06, 2006
Slowing Down
"There was a mystery about it. You were given a sharp, acute, uncomfortable grain - the actual meeting; horribly painful as often as not; yet in absence, in the most unlikely places, it would flower out, open, shed its scent, let you touch, taste, look about you, get the whole feel of it and understanding, after years of lying lost."
-Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
Reading has become much of a luxury I can barely afford these days, but I've finally finished Mrs Dalloway. It's like a lazy Sunday afternoon, slow - rambly and one wonders if it's actually leading to anything. Enjoyable it is, but unsure it feels. And then, at the end of it, the epiphany it fills one with is warm and positive; life, with all its uncertainties, is still worth the journey.
What a wonderful rambly read, what a wonderful lazy Sunday afternoon.
Posted by lainey at February 6, 2006 01:25 AM