Again. The rain is so intense that I laugh when I walk by the open front door and see it hanging like a plastic sheet. The flowers look beautiful naturally wet. The sound amazing. I love rain (and water, period). There’s a bit of rain in both of my first two novels, but none, or actually, one episode of rain, in the third. Hmm, is there meaning behind that?

I am reading The Dictionary of Lost Words. Like it, but was enh about it until a few moments ago — and regardless of what happens next or how it ends, it grabbed me. One of those grabs where I let out an OH! Twice in one chapter: beginning (1st full paragraph) and end.

My mind was so blown away that I had to put the book down to not lose the feeling or essence or whatever it was that burst through me. Magnificent. Want to carry it with me throughout the day. I seem taller, grander, with a yes, I can murmur in my soul.

how could that be, right?

I mean, it has happened to me before, but never while | after reading. Actually, I don’t know why it has happened before; I just experience it. And it’s lovely. And I wish I would live like that for the rest of my life.*

 

PART 4 1907 – 1913
Polygenous-Sorrow
September 1907

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HERE WAS NO END to the words. No end to what they meant, or the way they had been used. Some words’ histories stretched back …
The Dictionary of Lost Words
Pip Williams

It reminds me of The Professor and the Madman: A Tale of Murder, Insanity, and the Making of the Oxford English Dictionary by Simon Winchester. They are both about the OED, and although totally different, they have a far-off yet comfy, library, paper-feel to them. And you know how I love paper. It’s like being wrapped or softly bound in comfort.

* interesting, that sense of feeling taller, straighter

— sorry, a recent memory. not ready to share.

 

(scribbled a few weeks ago, finished reading the book, end ok)