'The Pussum sat near to Gerald, and she seems to become soft, subtly to infuse herself into his bones, as if she were passing into him in a black, electric flow. Her being suffused into his veins like a magnetic darkness, and concentrated at the base of his spine like a fearful source of power. Meanwhile her voice sounded out reedy and nonchalant, as she talked indifferently with Birkin and with Maxim. Between her and Gerald was this silence and this black, electric comprehension in the darkness. Then she found his hand, and grasped it in her own firm, small clasp. It was so utterly dark, and yet such a naked statement, that rapid vibrations ran through his blood and over his brain, he was no longer responsible. Still her voice rang on like a bell, tinged with a tone of mockery. And as she swung her head, her fine mane of hair just swept his face, and all his nerves were on fire, as with a subtle friction of electricity. But the great centre of his force held steady, a magnificent pride to him, at the base of his spine.'
From D.H. Lawrence’s Women In Love
Matthew 6:34 ()
34Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. #Bible
This week’s film night, Nymphomaniac by Lars Von Trier, 2013. Being a big Lars fan (Breaking the Waves, Medea and Melancholia are all up there in my top 10 films) I have to say I was a bit disappointed with this. Well a lot disappointed actually. Still some great scenes but I wouldn’t watch it again in a hurry.