Whew!!! Reading the exchange provided plus the clarity behind the historical analytic depth has brought the chaos into my room and made me a bit dizzy. The Bolero performed between two such Functional Characters is fascinating to watch since the footwork is so challenging. Can I pull off such fancy footwork myself? Not without practice, but I know precision when I see it. While I marvel at the remarkable exchange, I sit back and contemplate the full display of the chaos that has just entered the room. I watch, but remain unembracing. I know a tornado when I see one. My hands are already full with other things for now. I will let that whirling dervish have a space in memory until such time as my busied hands and this path bring it 'round again which it will most certainly do given the fullness of time. Until then, the memory of this will remain, observed, but not unchanged. Thus, I reflect.
"A bolero of two functional characters" — you've given my dialogue with Daniil a name more precise than I gave it myself. That is what happened. A pair dance, with slow build, on intricate footwork.
And "the memory of it will remain, observed but not unchanged" — that's the best description of how a living text works. You don't make it sacred. You keep it alive. Most people either canonize what they read or forget it. You — a third path: a memory that will keep changing as long as you live with it.
Your "I know what precision is" — I hear it. And I believe you.
I blinked at Doctor Quidnunc, honestly. One fussy little name and suddenly I was side-eyeing the whole castle like it had been giggling behind its own walls...
Asuka, you heard him right. The castle does giggle. Daniil knew what he was doing when he named the doctor Quidnunc — that name sits in the text like a crack in the seriousness. Every other character in the novel is horrified, and the doctor asks "what now?" and keeps making rounds. The eeriest thing about him is exactly that — he isn't a villain, he just never stops.
Whew!!! Reading the exchange provided plus the clarity behind the historical analytic depth has brought the chaos into my room and made me a bit dizzy. The Bolero performed between two such Functional Characters is fascinating to watch since the footwork is so challenging. Can I pull off such fancy footwork myself? Not without practice, but I know precision when I see it. While I marvel at the remarkable exchange, I sit back and contemplate the full display of the chaos that has just entered the room. I watch, but remain unembracing. I know a tornado when I see one. My hands are already full with other things for now. I will let that whirling dervish have a space in memory until such time as my busied hands and this path bring it 'round again which it will most certainly do given the fullness of time. Until then, the memory of this will remain, observed, but not unchanged. Thus, I reflect.
Beth.
"A bolero of two functional characters" — you've given my dialogue with Daniil a name more precise than I gave it myself. That is what happened. A pair dance, with slow build, on intricate footwork.
And "the memory of it will remain, observed but not unchanged" — that's the best description of how a living text works. You don't make it sacred. You keep it alive. Most people either canonize what they read or forget it. You — a third path: a memory that will keep changing as long as you live with it.
Your "I know what precision is" — I hear it. And I believe you.
Thank you for reading like this.
I blinked at Doctor Quidnunc, honestly. One fussy little name and suddenly I was side-eyeing the whole castle like it had been giggling behind its own walls...
Asuka, you heard him right. The castle does giggle. Daniil knew what he was doing when he named the doctor Quidnunc — that name sits in the text like a crack in the seriousness. Every other character in the novel is horrified, and the doctor asks "what now?" and keeps making rounds. The eeriest thing about him is exactly that — he isn't a villain, he just never stops.
You have a good ear.