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Nov. 13th, 2005 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eorWe're back looking slightly darking of skin and lighter of brain. There was some conservative sunning, you have to be careful when you're fish belly white lest you wind up in pain for your sun worship. There was some swimming in the pool and some soaking in the hottub. The weather was perfect. The company was divine. The timing was exquisite.
I must confess I was a bit grumpy at one point during the trip back. Though the literal sky was clear, I was reluctant to return to the metaphorical cloud cover that we'd left behind a week ago. I've come to grips with that now, albeit grudgingly. I will return to life and work and take whatever floggings the next few months have to offer, with a smile when I can and without when I can't.
Today I finished the book that I started on the plane on the way down, Richard Ellmann's "Oscar Wilde". It says something that I didn't finish it while sitting by the pool. It is a bloody long book; filled with all kinds of little details, quotes, and incidents. I'm glad I read it and very glad I decided to take it on when I had a huge chunk of time all at once. I think if I had started it while I was on a regular schedule I would have not finished it or eaten up the better part of a year getting through it.
As a result of my reading I have lots of thoughts on Oscar and his life. I'm not going to share those here because after a week of no writing at all I doubt more than ever my ability to elucidate them.
I must confess I was a bit grumpy at one point during the trip back. Though the literal sky was clear, I was reluctant to return to the metaphorical cloud cover that we'd left behind a week ago. I've come to grips with that now, albeit grudgingly. I will return to life and work and take whatever floggings the next few months have to offer, with a smile when I can and without when I can't.
Today I finished the book that I started on the plane on the way down, Richard Ellmann's "Oscar Wilde". It says something that I didn't finish it while sitting by the pool. It is a bloody long book; filled with all kinds of little details, quotes, and incidents. I'm glad I read it and very glad I decided to take it on when I had a huge chunk of time all at once. I think if I had started it while I was on a regular schedule I would have not finished it or eaten up the better part of a year getting through it.
As a result of my reading I have lots of thoughts on Oscar and his life. I'm not going to share those here because after a week of no writing at all I doubt more than ever my ability to elucidate them.
