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Hotel Du Lac
by Anita Brookner
The madness of love is the greatest of heaven's blessings.
-Plato
Love has brought her to Hotel du Lac, where the mountain dissolves into the mist; where the soul yearns to depart for unknown shores.
Edith Hope, a writer of romantic fiction has come to stay at the hotel to forget her love.
But can one live without love? Can one think or act or speak or write or even dream in the absence of love?
Does one need more love? Or less?
What is love? Sitting in a garden, reading, writing, utterly safe in the knowledge that the person you love will come home to you in the evening. Every evening.
Edith is a romantic. She likes solitude. She is secretive, self-effacing and apologetic. In her own words, she is ‘not fascinating enough’. She is polite even to the rude.
People like to confide in her while at the same time are indifferent towards her.
It is a great mistake to confuse happiness with one particular situation, one particular person
Staying at the hotel and getting acquainted with new friends was a good idea. But what about all the things she hasn't yet said to the one man she loves.
Should she forget her hopes? Should she face reality? Or should she hold on to her dreams and wishes?
-Plato
Love has brought her to Hotel du Lac, where the mountain dissolves into the mist; where the soul yearns to depart for unknown shores.
Edith Hope, a writer of romantic fiction has come to stay at the hotel to forget her love.
But can one live without love? Can one think or act or speak or write or even dream in the absence of love?
Does one need more love? Or less?
What is love? Sitting in a garden, reading, writing, utterly safe in the knowledge that the person you love will come home to you in the evening. Every evening.
Edith is a romantic. She likes solitude. She is secretive, self-effacing and apologetic. In her own words, she is ‘not fascinating enough’. She is polite even to the rude.
People like to confide in her while at the same time are indifferent towards her.
It is a great mistake to confuse happiness with one particular situation, one particular person
Staying at the hotel and getting acquainted with new friends was a good idea. But what about all the things she hasn't yet said to the one man she loves.
Should she forget her hopes? Should she face reality? Or should she hold on to her dreams and wishes?