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What a sentence:
‘While I am here, I am there, lifting my face to the dim sky, and it seems to me it must be raining all over the world- that the whole earth is drenched, is sounding with soft, quick patter or hard, steady drumming, or gurgling and something that is like sobbing and laughing mingled together, and that light, playful splashing that is of water falling into still lakes and flowing rivers.’
— Jun 30, 2026 02:25AM
‘While I am here, I am there, lifting my face to the dim sky, and it seems to me it must be raining all over the world- that the whole earth is drenched, is sounding with soft, quick patter or hard, steady drumming, or gurgling and something that is like sobbing and laughing mingled together, and that light, playful splashing that is of water falling into still lakes and flowing rivers.’
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I don't believe in the human soul. I never have. I believe that people are like portmanteaux-packed with certain things, started going, thrown about, tossed away, dumped down, lost and found, half emptied suddenly, or squeezed fatter than ever, until finally the Ultimate Porter swings them on to the Ultimate Train and away they rattle....
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Katia N
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What a sentence:
‘While I am here, I am there, lifting my face to the dim sky, and it seems to me it must be raining all over the world- that the whole earth is drenched, is sounding with soft, quick patter or hard, steady drumming, or gurgling and something that is like sobbing and laughing mingled together, and that light, playful splashing that is of water falling into still lakes and flowing rivers.’
— Jun 30, 2026 02:03AM
‘While I am here, I am there, lifting my face to the dim sky, and it seems to me it must be raining all over the world- that the whole earth is drenched, is sounding with soft, quick patter or hard, steady drumming, or gurgling and something that is like sobbing and laughing mingled together, and that light, playful splashing that is of water falling into still lakes and flowing rivers.’
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Jun 30, 2026 05:19AM
Maybe it's just me...I enjoyed reading her stories hugely, but already a few months later, yet alone the years later that it is now, I barely remember anything about them...
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It is my probably third attempt to read the whole thing. I think she just does not work with “binge” reading. When I read one story of her, it stays with me. But when I read a lot, they are all blending into each other. But this time I just read them and enjoy as they go. I am not sure what i would remember after that. Maybe it would be like you:-). She is very “chekhovian”. Needless to say I like some stories more than the others.
Katia wrote: "It is my probably third attempt to read the whole thing. I think she just does not work with “binge” reading. When I read one story of her, it stays with me. But when I read a lot, they are all ble..."Chekhovian....well they did both die of TB, is the kind of interiority that they are interested in similar? I am not sure...I see more of an overlap with Virginia Woolf, that relentless mining of their own personal experience and extrapolation of their own emotions and ways of thinking?
