lornapalmer’s Reviews > Journal of a Solitude > Status Update

...we have had to admit that Simone Weil is probably right when she says that to relieve God of responsibility for the horrors of the world as it is, we have to put Him at an infinite distance.

Not enough has been said of the value of a life lived alone in that it is lived in a house with an open door, with room for the stranger, for the new friend to be taken in and cherished.

Is genius so common that we can afford to brush it aside? What does it matter whether she is major or minor, whether she imitated Joyce (I believe she did not), whether her genius was a limited one, limited by class? What remains true is that one cannot pick up a single one of her books and read a page without feeling more alive.

Perhaps it is that prose is earned and poetry given.