Perhaps because President Reagan and Ray Charles passed away the same weekend.
Reason, turned tyrant, held passion by the throat. Name that book. It's easy to relate to a novel when you feel you've lived it. Thanks for your tongue-in-cheek concern. Perhaps you missed this entry. Or the end of this one. I literally had to make the choice between the flesh and the spirit, and after a long battle I chose Him. Then I kind of relapsed, my spirit went insane, and I re-chose the right thing, as much as it hurt. The past month has been living Jane's experience in terms of that dark night she leaves Rochester after "the revelation," although my reason was obviously not a hidden spouse :-). Moreover it was a God who is not ready to let me have a human beloved at this time, because He still has far more to do in me. So I said goodbye to the most complete mortal love I've known in my short life.
Forgive the melodrama... but I am, after all, a writer. Bad verb forms and all ;-).
well, actually...dondlionJune 22 2004, 20:49:02 UTC
Dodd died on 6 May or so. Reagan and Charles were later. It's funny, I saw Reagan and Ray Charles in person, but never got to Brooklyn to meet Dodd, though I know people who knew him.
As for the rest, I never miss anything you write. It would seem rude. And I certainly respect your solemnity in spiritual matters. As for the Jane Eyre aspects of you, well, they are charming. They don't seem to make women like you much anymore. Too bad for all.
Don't fear! Dondlion will pray for you.
I've lived different novels, I guess. My life has little in common with the Brontës or Jane Austen. I'm pretty vulgar from where you sit, alas.
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Reason, turned tyrant, held passion by the throat.
Name that book. It's easy to relate to a novel when you feel you've lived it. Thanks for your tongue-in-cheek concern. Perhaps you missed this entry. Or the end of this one. I literally had to make the choice between the flesh and the spirit, and after a long battle I chose Him. Then I kind of relapsed, my spirit went insane, and I re-chose the right thing, as much as it hurt. The past month has been living Jane's experience in terms of that dark night she leaves Rochester after "the revelation," although my reason was obviously not a hidden spouse :-). Moreover it was a God who is not ready to let me have a human beloved at this time, because He still has far more to do in me. So I said goodbye to the most complete mortal love I've known in my short life.
Forgive the melodrama... but I am, after all, a writer. Bad verb forms and all ;-).
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As for the rest, I never miss anything you write. It would seem rude. And I certainly respect your solemnity in spiritual matters. As for the Jane Eyre aspects of you, well, they are charming. They don't seem to make women like you much anymore. Too bad for all.
Don't fear! Dondlion will pray for you.
I've lived different novels, I guess. My life has little in common with the Brontës or Jane Austen. I'm pretty vulgar from where you sit, alas.
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