tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360091480233165032.post1838411117318967381..comments2024-03-18T07:51:50.975+00:00Comments on MRS TREFUSIS TAKES A TAXI: A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNINGHelen Brocklebankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04572008161376510229noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360091480233165032.post-76397447996433914012009-01-24T20:00:00.000+00:002009-01-24T20:00:00.000+00:00My dear mrs jaywalker, I was so sorry to read of y...My dear mrs jaywalker, I was so sorry to read of your own natural disaster: it's unimaginably hard on you, and I was much affected by your post. Though I began this on Tuesday, as I finished it yesterday evening, your horrid situation was very much on my mind as I was writing (and the losses mixed and various that had inspired it felt very insignificant.<BR/><BR/>Proust is a total shower, self-indulgent and self-regarding. I used to think the same of Eliot but have lately found The Four Quartets most consoling. And Donne too.<BR/>Bises, <BR/>Mrs Trefusis<BR/>PS: I'd definitely post on a saturday had Mr Trefusis not turned our computer into our telly. Haven't been on it since. Quite hard to write a heartfelt anything on a 52 inch screen...grrrr...Helen Brocklebankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04572008161376510229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360091480233165032.post-60457481194367442612009-01-24T12:35:00.000+00:002009-01-24T12:35:00.000+00:00I love your prose, Mrs T and I am sick of catastro...I love your prose, Mrs T and I am sick of catastrophic landslips. I wish we could do without for a while. <BR/><BR/>I also often meditate on what an arse Proust is. A man who spends 20+ years in a cork lined empty room in bed is unlikely to have many insights. Alain de Botton got nuthin' on me.Wafflehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02907816708805451116noreply@blogger.com