Complicated Love(PART 1 OF 4)
Subj:I'm singing in the drizzle!
From: barclay1720@aol.com
To: diane@vancouver.ca
Date: Wednesday, June 29, 2011 11:38:04 AM
Pacific Daylight Saving Time
Hi, Diane.
How's it going?
It drizzles---one of those days, eh?
...seems like going back to cool and wet days.
Yet I feel great---singing in the drizzle.
Why?
'Cause I enjoy the sunshine on the English Bay in the net world with a Marilyn-Monroe look-alike. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ...
As usual, I've written an article about your note, which gave me a lot of inspiration.
Please click at the following link:
■"Net Love"
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
We don't have a lot of sunshine today.
But I know, a great deal of sunshine sparkles out of your heart.
Anyway, it's a good idea for you to stay in the library and to read my blog.
Get a heart-felt laugh!
Have a nice day!
Ciao with a lot of love.
Kato
Subj:Summer is
just around the corner!
From: diane@vancouver.ca
To: barclay1720@aol.com
Date: Thu, Jun 30, 2011 4:37 pm.
Pacific Daylight Saving Time
Hi Kato,
Well, well, well ... my skinny Socrates!
You ARE a deep thinker, aren't you?
I quite agree that we often waste our time in idle chatter, and I'll be the first to admit I'm guilty on that account myself.
Often, I will ask myself what the best use of my day will be and, for a great part of it, I do manage to accomplish worthwhile activies ... like exercising, time in nature, contact with friends, rest, reading and contemplating ...
BUT there is still wasted slack time that's for sure.
...guess it's a dance we all have to learn---the dance of living a worthwhile life, don't you think?
■"Net Love"
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
I loved the above article ... very thoughtful.
I'm sure that chatroom lovers can eventually learn to love each other, while face-to-face might produce the opposite affect.
But when you think about it, a chatroom lover can't hold your hand, or kiss you or hold you or go with you to a movie very well now, can they?!
Nothing beats a face-to-face even thought there are no guarantees it will work out ... no guarantees either way, so might as well go for the real McCoy, I'd say.
Most chatroom love would be pseudo-love, I'm guessing.
Ah, it's all so very interesting, anyway.
Thanks so much for the above article, kiddo,
Love, Diane ~
Diane, I absolutely agree with you. Even white bears hold each other with a heart-felt love as the following photo shows:
So, why don't we go for the real McCoy? He, he, he, he, he,...
I'm glad to hear that, Kato. As you mentioned in the above article, chatroom lovers might be able to find an ideal partner. But most chatroom love would be pseudo-love. Don't you think so, Kato?
Yes, in most cases, chatroom love is pseudo-love. I agree with you, Diane. However, even in the real face-to-face world, love could be pseudo-love.
I don't understand what you're talking about, Kato.
Well..., to me, the love between Mr. Rochester and Jane seems like a pseudo-love. Read the following passage:
Half dream, half reality
"And these dreams weigh on your spirits now, Jane, when I am close to you? Little nervous subject! Forget visionary woe, and think only of real happiness! You say you love me, Janet: yes---I will not forget that; and you cannot deny it. Those words did not die inarticulate on your lips. I heard them clear and soft: a thought too solemn perhaps, but sweet as music---'I think it is a glorious thing to have the hope of living with you, Edward, because I love you.' Do you love me, Jane? repeat it."
"I do sir,---I do, with my whole heart."
"Well," he said, after some minutes' silence, "it is strange; but that sentence has penetrated my breast painfully. Why? I think because you said it with such an earnest, religious energy; and because your upward gaze at me now is the very sublime of faith, truth, and devotion: it is too much as if some spirit were near me. Look wicked, Jane; as you know well how to look: coin one of your wild, shy, provoking smiles; tell me you hate me---tease me, vex me: do anything but move me: I would rather be incensed than saddened."
"I will tease you and vex you to your heart's content, when I have finished my tale: but hear me to the end."
"I thought, Jane, you had told me all. I thought I had found the source of your melancholy in a dream!"
"I dreamt another dream, sir: that Thornfield Hall was a dreary ruin, the retreat of bats and owls. ... The shape standing before me had never crossed my eyes within the precincts of Thornfield Hall before; the height, the contour were new to me. ... It seemed, sir, a woman, tall and large, with thick and dark hair hanging long down her back. ... Oh, sir, I never saw a face like it! It was a discoloured face---it was a savage face. I wish I could forget the roll of the red eyes and the fearful blackened inflation of the lineaments!"
...
"Ah!---what did it do?"
"Sir, it removed my veil from its gaunt head, rent it in two parts, and flinging both on the floor, trampled on them."
...
"And since I cannot do it, Jane, it must have been unreal."
"But, sir, when I said so to myself on rising this morning, and when I looked round the room to gather courage and comfort from the cheerful aspect of each familiar object in full daylight, there---on the carpet---I saw what gave the distinct lie to my hypothesis,---the veil, torn from top to bottom in two halves!"
I felt Mr. Rochester start and shudder; ...
"Now, Janet, I'll explain to you all about it. It was half dream, half reality: a woman did, I doubt not, enter your room: and that woman was---must have been---Grace Poole."
SOURCE: Chapter 25 "Jane Eyre"
PICTURES: from the Denman Library
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(To be continued)