“ The human heartIs unknowable.But in my birthplaceThe flowers still smellThe same as always. ”
When you learn to read you will be born again...and you will never be quite so alone again.
~ Rumer Godden
I know now it is children who accept life, grown people cover it up and pretend it is different with drinks.
...and as she stood on the Ashford platform waiting for the small train to come in, she seemed already separated from the people around her. Tomorrow I shall not be among you anymore; not of you but mysteriously still with you, thought Philippa. As Lady Abbess of Brede had said, People think we renounce the world. We don't. We renounce its ways but we are still very much in it and it is very much in us.
It is an anxious, sometimes a dangerous thing to be a doll. Dolls cannot choose; they can only be chosen; they cannot 'do'; they can only be done by.
