"Renny would not have understood or would have chosen not to understand. A new and desperately urgent life was thrusting up, out of the colonial past, but he ignored it, not so much in antagonism as in absorption by his own manner of life. He simply could not imagine a change in Jalna itself"--Centenary at Jalna
Dreamed of walking home in Sackville and seeing a TV ad somehow projected in the sky; borrowing several Dr. Seuss books from the library; visiting an open house with a large group from my dance studio; seeing an episode from a comic strip in the boy's swashbuckler genre of Treasure Island; the composer Henry Mancini giving me an autographed record album.
Saw the video of Powell & Pressburger's A Canterbury Tale, a World War II movie about a GI, a Tommy and a Land Girl who come together in a village near Canterbury and solve the mystery of a night stalker who throws glue into women's hair. There's a sort of parallel evoked with Chaucer's pilgrims. An intriguing curio, though a bit long.
Dinner was steak.
Went to a Writers Meetup at the Fox and Fiddle. There were three people there.
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