31 October 2014

#122 Vision

I don't think I will ever forget the moment, as I considered what shit things are — what everloving, unjust, miserable shit — when I had what I can only think of as a religious experience for the reading unbeliever. Instead of Mary or Jesus or anybody, I suddenly thought only of Anthony Powell, whose beautiful Dance to the Music of Time I was then rereading, and felt an overwhelmingly sense that this is really all we get — that if everything else is taken away, the beauty of someone's vision of the world is our meager but abiding solace for being in the world.

Lydia Kiesling, Modern Library Revue: #43 Dance to the Music of Time
[Contributed by Keith Marshall]

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