Status Updates From On Being Ill with Notes fro...

distinguishing between between the body's role and the mind's as she connects love & illness, has got to be my favourite pragmatic take on health. maybe we do need a new hierarchy of passions.

“(most, good) literature does it's best to maintain that its concern is with the mind, that the body is a sheet of plain glass through which the soul looks straight and clear, and save for one or two passions — such as desire and greed — is null, negligible and non existent. on the contrary: the very opposite is true”
page 1 & i'm sat

„english, which can express the thoughts of hamlet and the tragedy of lear, has no words for the shiver and the headache.“

exactly, woolf.

i love this so much—but i feel like i need to read it at least five times. woolf’s style is just so dense and dramatic.

"In illness words seems to possess a mystic quality."