… on my blogroll is Anne. I read every post she writes. Sometimes they are as small as this. Or a brief thought she has about Schopenhauer. I love how she just lets her emotions go in her writing – like this one about an apartment in Paris.
And then there’s her post today. It’s a specific recollection of her family. I was so struck by this passage:
“My grandmother and her sisters were so cold, and so mean. I shiver to think of them. There was an odd kind of glamour to their frostiness–particularly in one great aunt who was more well-off than the others. They may have been cruel and utterly unforgiving, but they at least had some style about it. At least they had the power of making you wish they liked you.”
An odd kind of glamour to their frostiness. That’s some good stuff there. Maybe not so pleasant to have lived it … but it’s quite a nice turn of phrase, I think.
Thanks, babe. You know it’s a mutual admiration society.