day off. weather has lifted and brightened, beautiful now, breezy, kids on Squam for boat party with Jeff and Mya
I went back to Amorous Initiation---why? A few pages so far and then just now this line --- "When will it come, the promised day, the day of all days when the solitary being will feel himself moved to his very depths before a crowd of men as he is at the sight of the sea or of a forest?" 48 he has walked into San Marco square in Venice, our decadent narrator
Bela had a fine swim; I dined at Casa Amigas in Tilton, policemen, one detective training a new guy, and three town businessmen; Tilton historic district has just enough grunge to satisfy the wanderer's curiosities.
"Why is it that oceans of trees and of waves unite in a revealing song of love, while a hundred human beings brought together are enough to create the most absurd, the most hateful of monsters? O peaceful herds! Slow-moving white rivers at the foot of hills!"
I did drive to the entrance of Livermore Falls State Park to see what it now looks like.
Darlene just brough in two of George's cinnamon rolls. Fresh and yummy. They both now volunteer for hospice helping.
"For love, poor chevalier, love resides in the heart of stones, and it is with a poor pebble, infused with tenderness and picked up on a solitary shore, that the teeth of Falsehood and of Arrogance will be smashed on the day of days." 53
"There is no such thing as barren passion, for the love that does not increase is a love that revives." 62
"Once past thirty years of age, the majority of human beings live only to avenge themselves."
"we never love better than when we ill understand, because the impossibility of acquiring a thing with the coin of reason reminds us of the marvelous treasure of feelings that we carry in our hearts."
the affinity between mystery and love all the charm of its sadness
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