Much reading --

From Durrell's Justine:

The solace of such work I do with brain and with heart lies in this -- that only there, in the silences of the painter or the writer can reality be reordered, reworked and made to show its significant side. Our common actions in reality are simply the sackcloth covering which hides the cloth-of-gold -- the meaning of the pattern. For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfill it in its true potential -- the imagination.

Also reading texts on 'infirmities of agency' and the wonderful Hesiod

It's been a busy first week.