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[hereticalpigeon]

"It will puzzle you when I tell you that I thought Justine great, in a sort of way. There are forms of greatness, you know, which when not applied in art or religion make havoc of ordinary life. Her gift was misapplied in being directed toward love. Certainly she was bad in many ways, but they were all small ways. Nor can I say that she harmed nobody. But those she harmed most she made fruitful. She expelled people from their old selves. It was bound to hurt, and many mistook the nature of the pain she inflicted. Not I.' And smiling his well-known smile, in which sweetness was mixed with an an inexpressible bitterness, he repeated softly under his breath the words: 'Not I.'

from 'Justine', Lawrence Durrell

it's very very good for me to read fiction... some people become better with small doses of reality, but me, i stagnate. why-ever do i let myself drown in everydayness when lawrence durrell is here to cure all ills?

i've lost my cat, literally... misplaced her. i'm afraid she's been eaten by an eagle.