Empress : Kaiserin

Ich kann nicht genuk Zeit finden!!

A snippet from Angela Carter's The Magic Toyshop:

'The nun brought us, Francie and me, in our stiff best suits and creaking shoes. She came with us from the orphanage back home, two hundred heads in two hundred beds and two hundred broken hearts under two hundred army surplus blankets and the good nuns to look after us. She brought us across the Irish Sea, trusting to God, but God chose her to suffer from the weather and she puked her guts into St George's Channel, poor thing, and Francie crying because he closed our mother's eyes, since there was no one else to do it. And he only fourteen years old, then, and already a wonder on the fiddle; but he couldn't get the feel of her eyelids off his hands. Like water-lily petals, he kept on saying. White and moisty. But dead.'


Unexpected last-minute assignment for tomorrow. Gawd, when will I ever find time for myself?! It was the travelling time that made me read Angela Carter. And I don't regret that. It does more than kill time. It keeps the brain alive from all the routine stuff I've involved myself in, and I'm really sick of routine. More unpredictable stuff, please?

posted by empress @ 2:34 PM