a luminous halo


Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end. – Virginia Woolf

I’m reading The Common Reader by Virginia Woolf and enjoying it a good bit but I’ll leave the expounding to clever types like Flynn.

I find, more and more these days, that I’m one of Woolf’s commoners. On Saturday I read Silence of the Lambs. It left no impression on me whatsoever. Demme’s interpretation swallowed it whole.

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