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Post by vertolive on Nov 5, 2020 16:05:55 GMT
For your enjoyment:
“The first letter came at the end of the week. It was a long letter dense with domestic particulars—the spider plant she had bought for the apartment, the drizzly weather that day, her trip to Cody’s bookstore, her course plans. She explained her preference for letters. “I don’t want the words to be naked the way they are in faxes or on the computer. I want them to be covered by an envelope that you have to rip open in order to get at. I want there to be waiting time—a pause between the writing and the reading. I want us to be careful about what we say to each other. I want the miles between us to be real and long. This will be our law—that we write our dailiness and our suffering very, very carefully. In letters I can only tell you about my wildness. It isn’t the wildness itself, and I am wild and savage over Matt. Letters can’t scream. Telephones can…”
—Siri Hustvedt —found in What I Loved (2002)
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Post by distractedmom on Nov 5, 2020 18:30:33 GMT
I don’t want words to be naked...I like that.
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Post by michelleg on Nov 11, 2020 20:04:25 GMT
Oh wow - I just love that!!
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