lovely rainy day today has turned into a lovely rainy night.... [my grandfather is sitting next to me confirming his and my grandmum's flight tomorrow- we've decided that talking to machines is similiar to talking to yourself...]
oh, i do love rainy soggy days in this odd sort of English way [grandpop is shouting 'help! help! to customer service recording]. finished up on some Virginia Woolf reading and also Michael Cunningham's The Hours [i'm trying to stay ahead for once]. I must say i liked the metaphor more than the words, i seem to have gravitated to the parody more than words that inspired it.... [grandpops has finally reached human personnel]. ... Dad also gave me a lovely snippet of an essay to read on Dinah- Leah and inherent female outgoingness.... its seems to have been a day of all things feminine, the rain accompaning it thoughout, a sort of lunar day, and so utterly modest in its own quietness... enough. i shan't disturb the gentle lull of the rain... not tonight.

to the one i met on this afternoon on that rainy street of squashed magnolias-

What matter if I live it all once more?
Endure that toil of growing up;
the ignominy of boyhood; the distress
the unfinished man and his pain
brought face to face with his own clumsiness;

the finished man among his enemies?-
how in the name of Heaven can he escape
That defiling and disfigured shape
the mirror of malicious eyes
casts upon his eyes until at last
he thinks that shape must be his shape?
and what's the good of an escape
if honour find him in the wintry blast?

i am content to live it all again
and yet again, if it be life to pitch
into the frog-spaw of a blind man's ditch,
a blind man battering blind men;
or into the most fecund ditch of all,
the folly that man does
or must suffer, if he woos
a proud woman not kindred of his soul.

I am content to follow its source
every event in action or in thought;
measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
when such as i cast out remorse
so great a sweetness flows into the breast
we must laugh and we must sing,
we are blest by everything,
everything we look upon is blest.