Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Benjamin in love

For today:

I had arrived in Riga to visit a woman friend. Her house, the town, the language were unfamiliar to me. Nobody was expecting me; no one knew me. For two hours I walked the streets in solitude. Never again have I seen them so. From every gate a flame darted; each cornerstone sprayed sparks, and every streetcar came toward me like a fire engine. For she might have stepped out of the gateway, around the corner, been sitting in the streetcar. But of the two of us, I had to be, at any price, the first to see the other. For had she touched me with the match of her eyes, I would have gone up like a powder keg."


"The only way of knowing a person is to love that person without hope."


Anonymous srt said...

May I bother you to write a brief post on Born into Brothels?

I'd love to have your insight on it and link to it from my blog as well.

BTW: to anyone else who may read this; Sarah has an absolutely wicked fashion sense that would be ignored only to your own detriment.

the more you know....

2:46 AM  
Blogger sarah ruddy said...

Why Thank You, Shashi.

Your grasp of fashion is also noteworthy.

8:42 AM  
Blogger sarah ruddy said...

Wait! Fashion sense!?! I don't even have clothes on in this picture.
If that's not good fashion sense, I don't know what is.

11:36 PM  
Blogger kfd313 said...

man that knowing loving hoping quote's a killer. Thanks Ruddy... now I'm depressed.

And as for fashion sense, hell ya, I have the castoffs to prove it.

8:38 PM  

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