Haven't read these words in a dog's age (seven years?), but they came across my mind again tonight:
Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.
--- E.M. Forster, Howards End
Strange how that quote immediately turns my mind in two directions, to the "fragments I have shored against my ruins" from T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land and F.'s instruction in Leonard Cohen's Beautiful Losers: "Connect nothing! ... Place things side by side on your arborite table if you must, but connect nothing!"
Hmmmm. Sorry, no profound response here; just a few things to contemplate.
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