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19 January 2010 @ 12:05 am
Orlando quotes  
I finally finished Virginia Woolf's Orlando, long after having received it as a birthday gift from losemeontheway maybe two years ago.
(Thanks again, Emily, you were right about everything.
It is now on my top favorite books ever list.)

It's been a while since I transcribed quotes to lj...
because I've been doing it on tumblr instead, actually.

But I didn't forget, and here they are.
Sometimes I felt the need to type whole passages, but refrained and just stuck to the ones that made the most sense out of context. Somewhat...

No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.

It is all an illusion (which is nothing against it, for illusions are the most valuable and nacessary of all things, and she who can create one is among the world’s greatest benefactors), but as it is notorious that illusions are shattered by conflict with reality, so no real happiness, no real wit, no real profundity are tolerated where the illusion prevails.

For if it is rash to walk into a lion’s den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash to stand on one foot on the top of St. Paul’s, it is still more rash to go home alone with a poet. A poet is Atlantic and lion in one. While one drowns us, the other gnaws us. If we survive the teeth, we succumb to the waves. A man who can destroy illusions is both beast and flood. Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour fades. The earth we walk on is a parched cinder. It is marl we tread and fiery cobbles scorch our feet. By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life - (and so on for six pages if you will, but the style is tedious and may well be dropped).

Her ankle was broken. She could not rise. But there she lay content. (…) ‘I have found my mate,’ she murmured. ‘It is the moor. I am nature’s bride,’ she whispered, giving herself in rapture to the cold embraces of the grass as she lay folded in her cloak in the hollow by the pool. ‘Here I will lie. (A feather fell upon her brow.) I have found a greener laurel than the bay. My forehead will be cool always. These are wild birds’ feathers - the owls, the nightjars. I shall dream wild dreams. My hands shall wear no wedding ring,’ she continued, slipping it from her finger. ‘The roots shall twine about them.’

‘Madam,’ the man cried, leaping to the ground, ‘you’re hurt!’
‘I’m dead, Sir!’ she replied.

A few minutes later, they were engaged."

Current Music: This Vision - Lost And Found
eye1ess_maggot on January 19th, 2010 09:41 am (UTC)

my facebook. In case you would like to add me...
n3cr0phelia on January 27th, 2010 02:49 am (UTC)
I know you already know, but I added you, thank you.
eye1ess_maggot on January 29th, 2010 06:52 am (UTC)
What is your name there?
Mine is Dasha Eyeless. I say so because perhaps you added my old account that have been deleted and then restored by Big Brother Facebook asssucking cockgagging team.
Would LOVE to see you as my friend there, because I try to write only in english on Facebook.
And-surprise surprise-I posted the quotes you posted here to my Facebook info, because they are wonderful, and I couldn`t find that book in English.
losemeontheway on January 30th, 2010 04:14 am (UTC)
Sorry this is so late... but I'm so glad you liked it! It is also on my top favorite books ever list. I saw all the quotations you posted on your tumblr, so I figured you did. But I always feel a little awkward giving people books as gifts and worry that they will hate them and think I have terrible taste in literature. So... yeah. I thought you would appreciate Woolf's sense of humor in Orlando, though, among other things. The "and so on for six pages" pat always makes me lol. And her meeting with Shelmerdine, of course.

Have you read To The Lighthouse? It's very different from Orlando, but I think you might like it as well (or not, I don't know). It's also up there on my favorites list, although I think I may possibly like Orlando a tiny bit better on account of its being one of the most hilarious books I've ever read. Woold's prose in Lighthouse is just breathtakingly beautiful, though, so maybe it's a tossup.

We should talk sometime; I miss you! I hope everything is going great for you!
n3cr0phelia on February 19th, 2010 06:47 am (UTC)
I'm later.

I miss you too.