There is one passage that I read last night, that I skimmed over again today, that stuck with me.
Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy - one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.
I think that's what a lot of people tend to do. Get so caught up in future plans that they don't pay attention to what is happening in the in-between and then later look back on that time and romanticize it. I do this, I know. The most fun times can be when you are waiting for your plans to actualize, not the actualization of the plans. And some of my favorite "alive moments" (as I call them) are when I'm actually mentally/emotionally present and enjoying the in-between.
I don't know if this even makes sense. I use far too many dashes I'm sure. I'm also reading a book called Possession which is littered with letters of fictional Victorian poets that use so many dashes and I think it has stuck with me. And for the record, while it's a very very dense read, I'm greatly enjoying Possession as well... it's just a slow-going venture for me, as it's a very British novel and there is so much poetry and prose and so many letters that interrupt the story. But it is really genius. I can't even imagine how long it took A.S. Byatt to write.
Ugh... all I do is talk about books all day and here I am spending my free time blogging about them. I'm going to rest a while before I go to hot yoga tonight.
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