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Sep. 12th, 2003 04:37 pmVery high up on my list of highly annoying scenarios: It's morning. I'm running late already, but have to iron a blouse. When I'm almost finished, I notice that a button is gone. I know I've put it somewhere but can't remember where. So I have to cut one off (the one directly under the collar, where nobody wil notice its absence) and sew it on, with the cats constantly trying to grab either the needle or the scissors or the blouse.
This ominous beginning notwithstanding, it's been a good day so far. Had lunch with the Sirius-brother. Finished ch.5 of Orpheus--another dream scene. I really like writing dreams, because I can let my mind run completely wild, merely trusting the subconscious to come up with the right things (which, when dealing with dreams, even those of fictional characters, seems quite appropriate).
I'm almost finished reading Mrs. Dalloway and totally in awe of Virginia Woolf. It took me a while to adjust to the style, but once I had gotten into it I couldn't stop.
Being a dutiful reader and eager to learn, I also read the introduction. Although I haven't yet finished the book, I think I disagree with Ms XY (can't remember the name but assume she's a literature scholar). She claims that the element holding the plot (and especially Mrs. Dalloway and Septimus Smith) together is the aeroplane, the one that writes a message in the sky. Hmm. I don't think so, I really don't. The element that holds everything together, both centre and circumference of the plot, is definitely Regents' Park. Almost everybody lingers there or passes through. It's where Mrs. Dalloway meets Hugh Whitbread, where Peter Walsh sees the Smiths, Mr. Dalloway has to cross the park on his way home after lunch, etc. etc. It's a microcosm where everybody sees what they want to see. It's a metaphor for perceiving reality. Or maybe not? Hmm...
Not sure whether this has to do with my getting more familiar with Woolf's style, but I think the story improves (if possible) as it progresses. Maybe this impression will change after reading it a second time.
The statement/panel discussion yesterday went very well. People thanked me for my honesty--imagine that!
I'm really looking forward to this weekend: tomorrow afternoon I'm meeting my mother for coffee and chatting, maybe cinema, and tomorrow at 10.30 p.m. there's a chat at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
snapesupport. Supposing that I won't get into bed until 3 or 4 a.m., Sunday will be mostly dedicated to sleep. Maybe billiards with Klaus in the afternoon.
Speaking of Klaus, the muchly beloved GBF: I really have to get him to learn some PC skills (there are courses, for heaven's sake!) I spent 1/2 hour at the phone today, explaining how to download, open and save a word doc I had corrected for him, and how to accept or reject the changes. Strange, how even highly intelligent persons have their blind spots. I'm sure I have them too, but--as is the diabolic nature of the blind spot--am not aware of it.
Ha. And now I'm going home.
This ominous beginning notwithstanding, it's been a good day so far. Had lunch with the Sirius-brother. Finished ch.5 of Orpheus--another dream scene. I really like writing dreams, because I can let my mind run completely wild, merely trusting the subconscious to come up with the right things (which, when dealing with dreams, even those of fictional characters, seems quite appropriate).
I'm almost finished reading Mrs. Dalloway and totally in awe of Virginia Woolf. It took me a while to adjust to the style, but once I had gotten into it I couldn't stop.
Being a dutiful reader and eager to learn, I also read the introduction. Although I haven't yet finished the book, I think I disagree with Ms XY (can't remember the name but assume she's a literature scholar). She claims that the element holding the plot (and especially Mrs. Dalloway and Septimus Smith) together is the aeroplane, the one that writes a message in the sky. Hmm. I don't think so, I really don't. The element that holds everything together, both centre and circumference of the plot, is definitely Regents' Park. Almost everybody lingers there or passes through. It's where Mrs. Dalloway meets Hugh Whitbread, where Peter Walsh sees the Smiths, Mr. Dalloway has to cross the park on his way home after lunch, etc. etc. It's a microcosm where everybody sees what they want to see. It's a metaphor for perceiving reality. Or maybe not? Hmm...
Not sure whether this has to do with my getting more familiar with Woolf's style, but I think the story improves (if possible) as it progresses. Maybe this impression will change after reading it a second time.
The statement/panel discussion yesterday went very well. People thanked me for my honesty--imagine that!
I'm really looking forward to this weekend: tomorrow afternoon I'm meeting my mother for coffee and chatting, maybe cinema, and tomorrow at 10.30 p.m. there's a chat at
snapesupport. Supposing that I won't get into bed until 3 or 4 a.m., Sunday will be mostly dedicated to sleep. Maybe billiards with Klaus in the afternoon.Speaking of Klaus, the muchly beloved GBF: I really have to get him to learn some PC skills (there are courses, for heaven's sake!) I spent 1/2 hour at the phone today, explaining how to download, open and save a word doc I had corrected for him, and how to accept or reject the changes. Strange, how even highly intelligent persons have their blind spots. I'm sure I have them too, but--as is the diabolic nature of the blind spot--am not aware of it.
Ha. And now I'm going home.
