Bloggers End?

Rippl-Rónai, Girl with Cage 1892 Oil on canvas Magyar Nemzeti Galéria, Budapest. Image: WGA

....She handed me the bird in the gilded cage. I don't even know if I want a blog, and I sure as hell don't know where I should be going with it. I've carried it around in my head for three years, and now I don't know where to put it.

Supposing the bird has fled or died, and I'm just lugging an empty cage? I really don't have anything to say. I try to have the Last Word, and Beetley Pete squeezes another one out of me.

The moment a blog starts singing about itself, is the moment the blanket should be put over it.

"I made this [letter] very long, because I did not have the leisure to make it shorter." (Je n'ai fait celle-ci plus longue que parce que je n'ai pas eu le loisir de la faire plus courte.) Blaise Pascal, apologizing to his correspondents in Letter XVI, Provincial Letters, 1656.

or:  If I had more time, I would have written a shorter letter

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The gap in time

"Truth is rightly named the daughter of time, not of authority." Francis Bacon

 "The eternal silence of these spaces frightens me." 

("Le silence eternel des ces espaces infinis m'effraie.") 

Pascal

Epistolary (Half-) Eschewed

Portrait of a Young Woman, writing a letter, by Gilbert Stuart, c. 1802 -1804. 

Image courtesy of the Indianapolis Museum of Art. 

I am sorry to have interrupted her; she is rather lovely, rather to be loved and written about than briefly employed as a cover girl.

All roads in this land lead to Pemberley. Jane Austen, the prosaic revolutionary, waits quietly, with gloves and bonnet on, at the crossroads of 18th century and modern novels. The bonnet conceals the expression in her eyes, which isn't quiet at all.

Audio: Till this moment, I never knew myself

 

Pride and Prejudice, which seems so fresh and spontaneous on every reading, took eighteen years to evolve, from the first draft written in 1796-97 to publication in 1813. It had a gestation period almost as long as the heroine's life 

The Human Condition

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A communication crisis reblogged from MARTIN HÜBSCHER PHOTOGRAPHY