15 January 2009

our transitory selves.

i'm reading a book called a room with a view, by e.m. forster. i love this book...love it dearly. i just read a paragraph that i thought was so well written. so here it is. take what you will from it, but all i ask is that you simply embrace it and well, be happy. this is mainly for the ladies.
"there is much that is immortal in this medieval lady. the dragons have gone, and so have the knights, but still she lingers in our midst. she reigned in many an early victorian castle, and was queen of much early victorian song. it is sweet to protect her in the intervals of business, sweet to pay her honour when she has cooked our dinner well. but alas! the creature grows degenerate. in her heart also there are springing up strange desires. she too is enamoured of heavy winds, and vast panoramas, and green expanses of the sea. she has marked the kingdom of this world, how full it is of wealth, and beauty, and war--a radiant crust, build around the central fires, spinning towards the receding heavens. men, declaring that she inspires them to it, move joyfully over the surface, having the most delightful meetings with other men, happy, not because they are masculine, but because they are alive. before the show breaks up she would like to drip the august title of the eternal woman, and go there as her transitory self."


Brian said...

I have no idea what she just said. You need Jake to add some manly stuff to the blog! Too much girly stuff here. C'mon Jake, man up here. And, by the way, I like my grey, or is gray, hair. Makes me look....mature and wise!

Rachel said...

Ooo, I like that. I have always wanted to read that book. :)

*LAYLA and AUSTIN* said...

sounds like a fab book. I must read it!