Friday, May 4, 2012


Subside: The End of Things 

Open and close your mouth like a little fish.
Cough it out.
Remember other things.

The expression of her face was noble. It was a great deal too noble. Greatness, tragedy, high sentiment--these were obviously what occupied her thoughts. ... By earthly standards, an expression to be praised, even to be revered: but remembering all that he had read in her countenance before, the unselfconscious radiance, the frolic sanctity, the depth of stillness that reminded him sometimes of infancy and sometimes of extreme old age while the hard youth and valiancy of face and body denied both, he found this new expression horrifying.
Perelandra, C.S. Lewis, excerpt from chapter ten
 O Queen, how I envy and hate you,
with your painted face,
expression made noble
 and tragic -
so high and perfect -
a goddess,
a dream.

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