It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
#collage
Seen last night... the original version, not the butchered one that was deemed appropriate for the audience in the US.
#stanleykubrick #eyeswideshut 2019
Only look, look! How nimbly the crowd
ploughs through the gardens and fields.
How the flood in width and length
stirs many a merry barque,
and how, overloaded almost to sinking,
this last barge moves away.
Even from the far-off mountain paths,
colourful clothing is flashing at us.
I can already hear the tumult of the village.
Here is the true heaven of the people,
here great and small rejoice contentedly;
here I am human, here may I be so!
#goethe #faust #easterwalk
