I was just browsing today and stumbled upon the L'abri Newsletter. I wondered why I hadn't subscribed. Then I remembered how difficult it is to trudge through the newsletters, magazines, and updates I already get in my inbox.
How beautiful God must be! And what a special gift Fyodor Dostoevsky possessed, to create the closest I've read to pure beauty.
"The Idiot" ended without flair. I finished this past week, but without ceremony. Usually when I turn the last page I feel some emotion strongly, but for this novel I was content to see the words wander off the page. For the life of such a splendid man to trail off in a severely unsplendid way seems unfair. But there was beauty in the unsplendid-ness.
This masterpiece deserves much more than my waning attention and energy and I will have to postpone a full report.
The Texas sunshine today, with bright children, friends, and a baby shower has "plum-tuckered" me out!