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.

3 Comments:

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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