abbyef posted a photo:
It was the eloquence of the unsaid
thing, the nobility of the deed
not performed. They looked sideways
into each other's eyes, met casually
by intention. It was the significance
of an absence, the deprecation
of what was there, the failure
to prove anything that proved his point.
Richness is in the ability
of poverty to conceal itself.
After the curtains deliberately
kept drawn, his phrases were servants moving
silently about the great house of his prose
letting in sunlight into the empty rooms.
- R.S. Thomas, "Henry James"
Appropriate. Reading Henry James in the beautiful grass in the slow fade of a beautiful day.
October 6, 2008


