videos in the morning of Emma's dance recital. Beautiful, Martha Graham be proud.
Wonder if Lentz read The Fruit Thief (and maybe not much else) because there he found the ceaseless, unbroken by chapters, flow of narrative journey over intimately described landscape with creatures, birds, skies, rocks. Paragraphs, yes, mercifully. Wonderful passage exploring more fully H's sense of mutual enthusiasm upon which behind which love finds its ways. Alexia and Valter. Horrible nearly dead cat covered with ticks in its eyes and all over. Voice from somewhere of man in distress, new european jungle growth, tangled growth.
223 "So: no rush on the in-between stretches. Woe unto those in too much of a hurry. Blessings upon those of you, on the other hand, who derive something useful and fruitful from in-between stretches, as well as in-between spaces, as well as in-between times, taking it slow and absorbing everything humanly possible along the way.
the young man loses the rhythm of the walking gets filled with fear fear disorients him he loses the rhythm he cries, whimpers, howls, snot dripping down but she knows he will eventually amaze her
distant thunder and lightning shake him out of his panic friendly thunering, lovable lightning flashes
near Molière, the land in the Vexin
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