‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Friday, March 03, 2017
Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet
'What is erotic about reading (or writing) is the play of imagination called forth in the space between you and your object of knowledge.'
