Tuesday Night. June 7, 1932.
"Anais, you have become so vital a part of me that I'm completely upside down, if this means anything. I don't know what I write- only that I love you, that I must have you exclusively, fiercely, possessively. I don't know what I want. I've got too much, I guess. You've overwhelmed me and you've spoiled me. I keep asking harder and harder things of you. I expect you to accomplish miracles. You don't know how I miss those nights we spent together- how much they meant to me. Other times you are just a phantom, a wrath. You come and you make me sick with desire, with a desire to possess you, to have you around me always, talking to me naturally, moving about as if you were a part of me."
-Henry
(reading A Literate Passion- letters of Anais Nin and Henry Miller)
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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"On they danced to the strains of the piano and violin. Tereza leaned her head on Tomas's shoulder. Just as she had when they flew together in the airplane through the storm clouds. She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together. The sadness was form, the happiness content. Happiness filled the space of sadness." The Unbearable Lightness of Being
i can't wait to read that- i've already put it on hold at the library.
It's one of my favorite books. You must call, email, or write when you finish. I would love to know your thoughts!
ah Henry... I love the movie based on their love story...
I love them...aren't they amazing?? Reading Nin and Miller when I was in my early 20's transformed my life and my views on love...
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