Loving the Living Mountain I was curious about its author. Though there are lovely bits (lady in the train, the same bedroom for her whole life, the role of women), the whole was marred by too much information. Still worth reading, especially for her friendship and correspondence with Neil Gunn, whom she envies the power to write in a way that felt the same as going out into nature: 'but to be able to share it, in and through words - that's what frightens me. The word shouldn't have such power. It dissolves one's being. I am no longer myself, but part of a life beyond myself when I read pages that are so much the expression of myself. And also 'I love a broom-stick and also a walking stick. I want the moon and the Pleiades and buttons to fasten my coat... Are the supreme moments of human experience, very strange or very simple? I think both. We classify, but there is no real dividing line... There is a pixie element in the plainest life.'
Other memorable images are about people and books in a library 'at every contact she thrilled. 'Spirit is released'. The great room tingled with it.' She sees it as mental inertia to classify books without eye for their unique human expression.
Reactions to the first world war, superfluous women, the bullying with white feathers.
Also on becoming a person, and unrequited love 'Luke had broken her integrity, and by not loving her had put a larger wholeness beyond her reach'. Kierkegaard - 'If a person does not become what he understands, he does not really understand it.' On illness: 'while one is living through these things they seem eternal' - and how body and mind interplay.
And apposite for these times of isolation: 'a cessation of doing in which one begins to know being. Frightening sometimes. One rushes off to do things in order to escape from it. At though human nature were fit for such a miracle as contemplation!