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posted by: beavsgrl (reply) post date: 09.24.04 (4:08 am) I can get lost in a good book too. =o) posted by: VodkaB (reply) post date: 09.24.04 (4:09 am) Reply to: beavsgrl Our own worlds, arent they..:) we can be ghosts that observe..or we can play the part. tis all good. posted by: newbie (reply) post date: 09.24.04 (7:21 am) Sabina's paintings...... "On the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth" scary, because its not only about paintings.... *lookz out of the window* ..still sunny :) always wondered whats better....the sweet lightness of being or the the unbearable lightness of being..... I remember the first few pages...so long ago... "the profound moral perversity of a world that rests essentially on the nonexistence of return" *bitez*... u are making me think :P *cuddlez*.. do i still get da choccie? posted by: newbie (reply) post date: 09.24.04 (10:18 am) He had first met Tereza about three weeks earlier in a small Czech town. They had spent scarcely an hour together. She had accompanied him to the station and waited with him until he boarded the train. Ten days later she paid him a visit. They made love the day she arrived. That night she came down with a fever and stayed a whole week in his flat with the flu. He had come to feel an inexplicable love for this all but complete stranger; she seemed a child to him, a child someone had put in a bulrush basket daubed with pitch and sent downstream for Tomas to fetch at the riverbank of his bed. She stayed with him a week, until she was well again, then went back to her town, some hundred and twenty-five miles from Prague. And then came the time I have just spoken of and see as the key to his life: Standing by the window, he looked out over the courtyard at the walls opposite him and deliberated. Should he call her back to Prague for good? He feared the responsibility. If he invited her to come, then come she would, and offer him up her life. Or should he refrain from approaching her? ....obviously, this sort of thinking only happens to people who have not yet met THE princesa. poor thomas :P posted by: newbie (reply) post date: 09.24.04 (12:03 pm) *cuddly u* scarz always heal.. always.. no matter how convinced u are of it being otherwise. U juz wait n see :) always posted by: VodkaB (reply) post date: 09.24.04 (6:48 pm) Reply to: newbie its not only bout the paintings..never is, is it. :) Lightness is both...unbearable yet sweet. The old story of Yin and Yang, is it not? Light that both resists but complements darkness. *flinches* no biting. :P but yes, u get the chocolate. Poor Tomas...Franz, too... *laugh* physically, the marks will never go. But memories fade, little by little. I do have to wait and see.. =) huggies. posted by: Andaloo (reply) post date: 09.25.04 (9:53 pm) Hey, I'm glad you found the book. I think everybody (if they're honest) sees themselves in at least one character. I'm mostly Thomas, wanting the lightness of choice, but sometimes I need the weight of Tereza's devotion. I guess that makes me one of Sabina's paintings. posted by: VodkaB (reply) post date: 09.26.04 (12:32 am) Reply to: Andaloo :) thanks for droppin that jewel into your blog. wouldnt have found it otherwise. :) thanks for visiting. |
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