Thursday, May 31, 2007

Dearest....



Dearest,
I feel certain, that I'm going mad again.
I think we can't go through another of these terrible times
and I shan't recover this time.
I begin to hear voices and can't concentrate.
So I'm doing what seems the best thing to do.
You have given me the greatest possible happiness.
You have been in every way all that anyone could be.
I know that I'm spoiling your life and without me you could work and you will.
I know.
You see I can't even write this properly.
What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you.
You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good.
Everything is gone for me, but the certainty of your goodness.
I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.
Virginia.


Eh....asta este mesajul pe care Virginia Woolf l-a lasat sotului ei inainte de a se sinucide...Nu stiu de ce dar mi-aduc aminte de el in vremea sesiunilor si in timp ce stau cu cartile in mana si cu ochii pe pereti, il zic asa usor sa nu ma auda colegele de apartament si sa se gandeasca cu cine naiba impart ele chiria....mai am 2 capitole....rezist....

6 comments:

Adinaaa said...

Pentru asta nu raspundeai pe mess? Adica ai dat copy/paste la o chestie si ai scris 5 randuri, iar asta ti-a luat jumatate de ora? :)))))))

Gingerdae said...

vai adina...n-ai apreciat momentul meu epic...eu chiar stiu scrisoarea aia pe de rost( that and the entire 'THE HOURS script ;)) ) ..nu-mi trebuie copy/paste :)))

Adinaaa said...

Although i'm not into dramatic girl-on-girl action :))))) I'll watch this damn movie to see what is all the fuss about.

Back to the management of human resources.

ionuĊ£ said...

sper ca te-am mai prins vie (given acest post)
2. denumirea linkului catre blogul lui r. exarhu e pusa in gluma, right?=)
te pun si eu la mine la blogroll.

Anonymous said...

imi aduc si eu aminte de acest citat, m-a obsedat multa vreme...
apoi, citindu-i jurnalul, am fost atat de dezamagit, de socat de aceasta fiinta atat de auto-centrata, pentru care lumea intreaga se reducea la ea insasi, incat am avut un recul aproape violent
acum, m-am impacat cu gandul la ea, si incerc sa ma gandesc uneori, din nou, la monk's house, sau sa recitesc cartea lui Cunningham. sau sa ma gandesc la leonard, care a mai trait singur pana in 50 si ceva, ingrijind la trandafirii lui din gradina...

Gingerdae said...

Cartea lui Cunningham mi s-a parut superba. Si eu am ramas cu o insiruire obsedanta a cuvintelor ei..un fel de stream of conscience caracteristic Virginiei...Ulterior am urmarit si filmul convinsa fiind ca ma va dezamagi, dar spre surprinderea mea am constatat ca a urmat cartea acordand atentie la multe dintre detaliile ei.