Friday, December 02, 2005

Poetry

Fragonard_The_Reader

Painting by Jean-Honoré Fragonard, The Reader, c.1770-1772


[...]she read, and so reading she was ascending, she felt, on to the top, on to the summit. How satisfying! How restful! All the odds and ends of the day stuck to this magnet; her mind felt swept, felt clean. And then there it was, suddenly entire; she held it in her hands, beautiful and reasonable, clear and complete, here - the sonnet. [...]

Virginia Woolf - "
To the Lighthouse"

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