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Going uninvited feels in some way like a minor demonstration of the world's ability to get along without her.

She likes to imagine (it's one of her most closely held secrets) that she has a touch of brilliance herself, just a hint of it, though she knows most people probably walk around with similar hopeful suspicions curled up like tiny fists inside them, never divulged.

... she ... knew it was going to be a difficult day. She knew she was going to have trouble believing in herself, in the room of her house, & when she glanced over at this new book on her nightstand, stacked atop the one she finished last night, she reached for it automatically, as if reading were the singular and obvious first task of the day, the only viable way to negotiate the transit from sleep to obligation.

Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it.

"A person's never too old for stories, Bill. Man and boy, girl and woman, never too old. We live for them."

"Stories take a person away. If they're good ones, that is. Is it a good one?"

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

Not eating is a vice, a drug of sorts - with her stomach empty she feels quick and clean, clearheaded, ready for a fight. This is one of the most singular experiences, waking on what feels like a good day, preparing to work but not yet actually embarked. At this moment there are infinite possibilities whole hours ahead.

These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.

Still, this indiscriminate love feels entirely serious to her, as if everything in the world is part of a vast, inscrutable intention and everything in the world has its own secret name, a name that cannot be conveyed in language but is simple the sight and feel of the thing itself.

Nothing can be more foolish than to fancy we know what we do *not* know, and no vanity is more contemptible than that which affects knowledge which it does not really possess. For myself, I would neither boast of what I do know, not pretend to be more ignorant than I am.

Let's see if I can finish this by tonight ^_^!

Not yet inert, but with a tortured breast
At hint of that bleak gulf - his last farewell;
Pining for peace, assurance, pause and rest,
Yet slave to what he loves past words to tell;

Mutiny 3*, An Officer & A Gentleman 4*, The Cave 4.5*

Whoop just finished Book 1. Did they skip Tom Bombadil in the movies? Haha. Yeah I think they did. Going to rewatch the movie after I finish this!

Och, I am going rather slowly into this!

But pain... seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?

Step by step, she told herself firmly. One step at a time. ... that, they could do. Divide the infinite future into five-minute blocks, and take them one by one.

Previously started 5Mar'17, restarted today.