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The soliloquies of six individuals and my favorite was Rhoda’s.
Rhoda sits in front of the chalkboard and is unable to solve the problem given.
“‘Look, the loop of the figure is beginning to fill with time; it holds the world in it. I begin to draw a figure and the world is looped in it, and I myself am outside the loop; which I now join—so—and seal up, and make entire. The world is entire, and I am outside of it, crying, ‘Oh, save me, from being blown for ever outside the loop of time!’”
“And as she stares at the chalk figures, her mind lodges in those white circles; it steps through those white loops into emptiness, alone. They have no meaning for her. She has no answer for them. She has no body as the others have.”
Rhoda thinks how she is different from the others, a singular being.
“I am above the earth now. I am no longer upright, to be knocked against and damaged. All is soft, and bending….Out of me now my mind can pour. I can think of my Armadas sailing on the high waves. I am relieved of hard contacts and collisions. I sail on alone under white cliffs. Oh, but I sink, I fall….Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing.”
Finally thinking of the summer holidays, Rhoda sees a star.
“There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, ‘Consume me.’”
Excellent read.
Rhoda sits in front of the chalkboard and is unable to solve the problem given.
“‘Look, the loop of the figure is beginning to fill with time; it holds the world in it. I begin to draw a figure and the world is looped in it, and I myself am outside the loop; which I now join—so—and seal up, and make entire. The world is entire, and I am outside of it, crying, ‘Oh, save me, from being blown for ever outside the loop of time!’”
“And as she stares at the chalk figures, her mind lodges in those white circles; it steps through those white loops into emptiness, alone. They have no meaning for her. She has no answer for them. She has no body as the others have.”
Rhoda thinks how she is different from the others, a singular being.
“I am above the earth now. I am no longer upright, to be knocked against and damaged. All is soft, and bending….Out of me now my mind can pour. I can think of my Armadas sailing on the high waves. I am relieved of hard contacts and collisions. I sail on alone under white cliffs. Oh, but I sink, I fall….Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing.”
Finally thinking of the summer holidays, Rhoda sees a star.
“There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, ‘Consume me.’”
Excellent read.