Violets

I just finished reading A Room with a View by E.M. Forster at the recommendation of a friend (thanks, Angela!) and truly enjoyed it. It was exactly the kind of book that I felt like reading–youth, beauty, travel, and of course, love. I wanted to share a beautiful scene and a few quotes I liked from the book. I hope you enjoy. ^_^

Encyclopedia Britannica, 1911

From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying around the tree stems, collecting into pools of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth. Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone. George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw a radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her.

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Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

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We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. By why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another and work and rejoice. I don’t believe in this world sorrow.

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It isn’t possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

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…when the whole world was singing and the air ran into the mouth like wine…

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In her heart also there are springing up strange desires. She too is enamored by heavy winds, and vast panoramas, and green expanses of the sea. She has marked the kingdom of this world, how full it is of wealth, and beauty, and war–a radiant crust, built around the central fires, spinning towards the receding heavens.

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Yes, for we fight for more than Love or Pleasure; there is Truth. Truth counts. Truth does count.

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The Darndest Things

I have never been around kids as much as I have this summer.  Between entertaining my boss’s 5-year-old at the office to living with my almost 2-year-old cousin Hayley, some days there’s very little time I’m NOT around kids.

I love kids as much as any human does, but when they get to be around my cousin’s age they morph into little monsters.  At 20 months, Hayley has begun her terrible two’s early…whining, crying, throwing tantrums, the works.  My aunt has taken to calling her Linda Blair while my uncle has repeatedly threatened to sell her to gypsies.  When she’s not possessed by a demon, she’s adorable, and good thing too.  As my uncle once grumbled, “The reason they make them so cute is so we don’t eat them.”

After a particularly hellish tantrum, my uncle jokingly asked me, “So, how many kids do you want?”   I stared at him very seriously and said, “Oh, I already sold all my eggs.”

Not true, but that’s not to say I haven’t been tempted, being surrounded by children all summer.  It’s excellent birth control at the very least. The only side effect is insanity.

Being cute really is their saving grace.  Hayley is absolutely adorable.  Hilarious, too.  Last week one of Hayley’s daycare teachers said, “I love you, Hayley!”

And you know what Miss Hayley said?

“I love cheese.”

Gotta love a girl with an appetite.

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Lunch in Less Than Five: Beat that, Rachel Ray!

I made my lunch for tomorrow in less than five minutes.  Rachel Ray would need an extra 25.  Therefore:  I > Rachel Ray.

Ok, so maybe I cheated.  Yesterday my aunt’s parent brought over some Peruvian food, which included tasty spinach spaghetti.  I had it cold and plain for lunch today, which was quite blah.  (I wolfed it down in a minute since it was more for sustenance than enjoyment.)  Today, however, I decided to make my lunch for tomorrow so I wouldn’t have to throw a Kashi bar in my bag, forget about it, and then end up having crumb cake for lunch.  (It’s a vicious cycle.  I swear that crumb cake at Guy & Gallard is made of crack.)

During work I read a few of Mark Bittman’s articles, including 101 Simple Summer Salads, and was inspired to create some simple, fresh, and tasty treats myself.  I took the leftover spaghetti and added chopped tomatoes, feta cheese, and fresh basil. It was quick, simple, and I know I’m going to be happy come lunch time tomorrow.  Rachel’s got nothing but ridiculous catch phrases and acronyms.  Sure I used leftovers, but I’m just playin’ the game.  Go sob into your EVOO, biatch. ;P

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