Milo and Anna Karenina
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mallorys_cameraI continue in my Strange Mood… Possibly it's generative. I don't really know.
Had a long phone conversation with B yesterday. No doubt it was the Strange Mood, but I began thinking about spring in Ithaca, and remembering how beautiful it was, and the long walks I took with Milo on the trail in back of the Cement Bungalow, and Milo's death…
Milo died right before the Next Great Transition.
Pets often do that, don't they? Maybe it's some kind of final act of devotion.
I got B to promise to take Milo because I knew I couldn't take him with me. But then B got sick. And I was in despair. Except then when I took Milo to the vet, it turned out he had cancer. A very fast-acting cancer.
He was a really good dog. A faithful and loving companion.
B and I chatted about books and movies and Robin, which is mostly what we do. Any more personal conversation is discouraged. I am interested in his inner life, but he is not interested in mine – possibly he OD'd on it after 17 years together.
I don't think anyone is particularly interested in my inner life, come to think of it. So it's good I have this LJ where I can natter on about my inner life to my heart's content.
Last night I watched Anna Karenina, the critically pooh-poohed 2000 BBC version. I thought it was surprisingly good and well-acted. Karenin is presented rather differently than in any other screen version of the novel I've ever seen. He's actually the most sympathetic character in the piece – even after he comes under the influence of the strange mystical Countess Lidia and does his about face on the Divorce, one senses that he is behaving this way because he really loved Anna and his heart is broken and he is punishing her the way a 7 year old punishes his mother.
Had a long phone conversation with B yesterday. No doubt it was the Strange Mood, but I began thinking about spring in Ithaca, and remembering how beautiful it was, and the long walks I took with Milo on the trail in back of the Cement Bungalow, and Milo's death…
Milo died right before the Next Great Transition.
Pets often do that, don't they? Maybe it's some kind of final act of devotion.
I got B to promise to take Milo because I knew I couldn't take him with me. But then B got sick. And I was in despair. Except then when I took Milo to the vet, it turned out he had cancer. A very fast-acting cancer.
He was a really good dog. A faithful and loving companion.
B and I chatted about books and movies and Robin, which is mostly what we do. Any more personal conversation is discouraged. I am interested in his inner life, but he is not interested in mine – possibly he OD'd on it after 17 years together.
I don't think anyone is particularly interested in my inner life, come to think of it. So it's good I have this LJ where I can natter on about my inner life to my heart's content.
Last night I watched Anna Karenina, the critically pooh-poohed 2000 BBC version. I thought it was surprisingly good and well-acted. Karenin is presented rather differently than in any other screen version of the novel I've ever seen. He's actually the most sympathetic character in the piece – even after he comes under the influence of the strange mystical Countess Lidia and does his about face on the Divorce, one senses that he is behaving this way because he really loved Anna and his heart is broken and he is punishing her the way a 7 year old punishes his mother.
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Date: 2013-05-12 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-14 02:02 pm (UTC)Thank you.