Monday, March 14, 2005

the birthmark

One of my favorite short stories is Hawthorne's The Birthmark. I have been reminded of it recently and began reading it again. This passage inspired me to conjure this post.

The mind is in a sad state when Sleep, the all-involving, cannot confine her spectors within the dim region of her sway, but suffers them to break forth, affrighting this actual life with secrets that perchance belong to a deeper one.

Translation: You're probably deeply affected by something if you are talking about it in your sleep.


Blogger Mike Larkin said...

That story sort of creeps me out...I can see the tragic end coming and it's rather disturbing watching the mad scientist ruin it all...

I prefer to try to find perfection in imperfection. Or something like that.

4/01/2005 03:55:00 PM  
Blogger mike said...

i agree.. most things as incredibly beautiful as georgiana was are not perfect in all aspects, keeping in mind that beauty and perfection are subjectively measured.

imperfection is the birthmark of beauty.

4/01/2005 09:49:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

perfection, i think, is the total acceptance of imperfection. or was it the other way around? i forget

6/16/2005 09:42:00 PM  

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