...make me feel as happy and whole as a fantastic (and more often than not, terribly sad) book.
I spent most of the day today re-reading (for the millionth time) Radcliffe Hall's The Well of Loneliness (instead of working on my stats homework).
It's my favorite book, with Lolita coming in a close second, and Stone Butch Blues following close behind that one.
I miss your face terribly, and I'm super jealous of your blossoming crochet skills. I'm knitting me a brain hat to help me cope. ;) Lots of love!
“Our love may be faithful even unto death and beyond–yet the world will call it unclean. We may harm no living creature by our love; we may grow more perfect in understanding and in charity because of our loving; but all this will not save you from the scourge of a world that will turn away its eyes from your noblest actions, finding only corruption and vileness in you. You will see men and women defiling each other, laying the burden of their sins upon their children. You will see unfaithfulness, lies and deceit among those whom the world views with approbation. You will find that many have grown hard of heart, have grown greedy, selfish, cruel and lustful; and then you will turn to me and will say: ‘You and I are more worthy of respect than these people. Why does the world persecute us, Stephen?’ And I shall answer: ‘Because in this world there is only toleration for the so-called normal’.”
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