Of letters and trains
15 August 2012 § Leave a comment
I just received a pleasant note that my post box has been reopened. It actually fills me with joy.
I just read Chesterton’s Heretics (which I enjoyed as much as Orthodoxy), and he has a word about letters, for all of you unbelievers: “Posting a letter and getting married are among the few things left that are entirely romantic; for to be entirely romantic a thing must be irrevocable.”
I also discovered that one of my favourite professors is at Yasnaya Polyana. My mouth actually fell open in awe/happiness/jealousy/excitement when I read what she wrote. It is one of my dreams to go there. If you want a good idea of it, read Sophia Tolstaya’s diary or watch The Last Station.
Last night/this morning (no one could stay awake), Sara and Anna and I watched The Darjeeling Limited. I would make a profession of love that would be no exaggeration, yet that sort of thing simply cannot be disclosed.