Oct 21, 2005 00:52
Walking giddily on air and curving paths I laughed at the strangest things today. At 9 I was too groggy to remember what I was laughing so hard about; by 1 I was too groggy to even laugh. Then at 11 tonight I made eyes at Wheelock because it'll always be Christmas there, and I laughed as I squinted because I saw myself on the stone bench, legs outstretched, gazing up at a secret view with my scrunched up face and raisin eyes.
I nearly cried today when the K spared me a few words of encouragement; I guess I never realized how much I needed just a few words of faith to carry me through this last, hard lap.
Yet again I have to report on today's lecture. I love it that everything we discuss nowaday is about love. How it empowers the marginalized, especially women, to triumph over the dominant powers like men as featured in the novel. I love it that its so vividly victorious that it makes me want to clap and hoot everytime I read it. Then in Wuthering, Cathy and Hareton's love endured and was fulfilled because of their unconditional, nurturing love that just makes me go all gooey like warm pudding inside. Why can't the world be full of love, so much of it that dysphoria and hate and wars would exist only in a parallel world.