Monday, June 29, 2015

Total Eclipse of the Heart: June 29, 2015

So the light turned and heeled over and went out.  This was the end.  The flesh and blood of the world was dead and only the skeleton was left.  It hung beneath us, frail; brown; dead; withered.  Then, with some trifling movement, this profound obeisance of light, this stooping down and abasement of all splendour was over.  Lightly, on the other side of the world up it rose; it sprang up as if the one movement, after a second's tremulous pause, completed the other and the light which had died here, rose again elsewhere.  Never was there such a sense of rejuvenescence and recovery.  All the convalescences and respite of life seemed rolled into one.  Yet at first, so pale and frail and strange the light was sprinkled rainbow-like in a hoop of colour, that it seemed as if the earth could never live decked out in such frail tints.  It hung beneath us, like a cage, like a hoop, like a globe of glass.

"The Sun and the Fish" (E4 522)

On June 29, 1927, Woolf traveled to Yorkshire with Vita Sackville-West to see the total eclipse of the sun

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