"What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through." --Virginia Woolf
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Ssh, Reading in Progress
I've been reading the journal my great-grandfather, Thomas Wistar Brown III, kept while traveling in Switzerland and other places with his parents in 1908. He had this to say after visiting with a woman who knew a lot of Danish writers: "All this goes to show that 1) All writers are queer (editor's note: he means strange, not gay, it's 1908) a) the necessity of my not becoming so 2) That I must write that book on Canada and that on fairies, for though all feelings possible to human beings have been described there are still crevices in that vast rock of literature which have never yet seen the sun."
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