- Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
Virginia Woolf On Wed, Mar 14, 2012 at 7:53 PM, William Conger <[email protected]>wrote: > But she stuffed rocks into her pockets and killed her senses in watery > suicide. > Admittedly, a huge loss and due to illness. That quote below is ripe with > suggetive irony....a metaphor of sexual abuse in childhood? > > WC > > > ----- Original Message ---- > From: joseph berg <[email protected]> > To: [email protected] > Sent: Thu, March 15, 2012 12:37:45 AM > Subject: Re: "You've got to choose between happiness and what people used > to > call high art. We've sacrificed the high art." > > On Wed, Mar 14, 2012 at 7:35 PM, William Conger <[email protected] > >wrote: > > > It's true but the happy people have no idea of what's been sacrificed and > > so > > they invest trivia and banality with ludicrous gravitas. > > wc > > > > > - When the shrivelled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it > satisfies the senses amazingly. > > Virginia Woolf
