Monday, May 14, 2018

Lytton and Virginia

It’s always interesting to notice how the body adjusts to changes in the weather, and the influence the seasons in general have on one’s thoughts and outlook. Daily exposure is the key. The rest is attention. Viewed from indoors, walking or working in the rain, cold, heat, and wind, might not seem the most enjoyable or convenient activities. But to the one who chooses to be out in it, it is a joy of endurance, sight, and sound, and a way to keep in touch with the natural pace of the world.

I finished reading two more books, both of which I’ve mentioned in passing before: Books and Characters, French & English, by Lytton Strachey, published in 1922; and Virginia Woolf, by Hermione Lee, published in 1997. I found Strachey’s criticism entertaining and fascinating. And Lee’s biography of Virginia Woolf is an amazing accomplishment. If you’re interested at all in Virginia Woolf, you owe it to yourself, and to her, to read this engaging narrative of her life, her heights, her depths, her struggles, her work, and her times. Because, by and large, hearsay is a form of murder.

What else? In its early stages, the garden is thriving, adjusting as I adjust to the warming atmosphere. It was eighty-nine degrees yesterday. And I could hear the tomato plants say, Ah, isn’t this grand? Now we’re getting somewhere. Oh, and by the way, thanks for the water, friend.

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