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| Nostalgis # 2 |
I was sent this today and just love the conceit of it - and I have just ordered the book so I can ruminate in the sun when July brings it on:
I have finally concluded, maybe that’s what life is about: there’s a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It’s as if those strains of music created an interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never. Yes, that’s it, an always within never. Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog.And I have been thinking about strains of music creating an interlude in time... and an always within never - we just need to be ready to listen.
