Manda Toad (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mandiferous) wrote in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} endiings,@ 2008-04-22 23:27:00 |
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"The work I have so far done is nothing or not much - as good as nothing. I will do better, Lisabeta - this is a promise. As I write, the sea whispers to me and I close my eyes. I am looking into a world unborn and formless, that needs to be ordered and shaped; I see into a whirl of shadows of human figures who beckon to me to weave spells to redeem them: tragic and laughable figures and some that are both together - and to these I am drawn. But my deepest and secretest love belongs to the blond and blue-eyed, the fair and living, the happy, lovely, and commonplace.
"Do not chide this love, Lisabeta; it is good and fruitful. There is longing in it, and a gentle envy; a touch of contempt and no little innocent bliss."
"Do not chide this love, Lisabeta; it is good and fruitful. There is longing in it, and a gentle envy; a touch of contempt and no little innocent bliss."
