“What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”
― from TO THE LIGHTHOUSE By Virginia Woolf, 1927
2008年7月3日 星期四
0816 2004
昨天看nhk放的M. Ravel晚年住處「美觀亭」和附近之鄉居、森林,真感動。 今 天午間買三本翻譯小說《可以吃的女人》(The Edible Woman by M. Atwood)、《德莫福夫人》(Madame de Mauves by Henry James)、《一把塵土》(A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh)。 1330走過台大「肯打雞」舖前,拜拜,祭品都不是速食
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