“A library is a place where you can lose your innocence without losing your virginity.” Germaine Greer
This picture was sent to me by a dear friend. It looks like a Dutch oil painting, and I love the muted colours and rich fabrics. It’s actually a still from the 1979 film Nosferatu the Vampyre, which is a shame because I will probably never be brave enough to watch it.
“She loved the sea for its storms alone, cared for vegetation only when it grew here and there among ruins. She had to extract a kind of personal advantage from things and she rejected as useless everything that promised no immediate gratification — for her temperament was more sentimental than artistic, and what she was looking for was emotions, not scenery.”
“Deep down, all the while, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she kept casting desperate glances over the solitary waster of her life, seeking some white sail in the distant mists of the horizon. She had no idea by what wind it would reach her, toward what shore it would bear her, or what kind of craft it would be – tiny boat or towering vessel, laden with heartbreaks or filled to the gunwales with rapture. But every morning when she awoke she hoped that today would be the day; she listened for every sound, gave sudden starts, was surprised when nothing happened; and then, sadder with each succeeding sunset, she longed for tomorrow.”
Both quotes from Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert.