“So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!...”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
There are 15 days to the start of the challenge. In the meantime, I'm melancholy.
What a great word! I started listening to Great Expectations earlier this week and I loved when Pip met Miss Havisham, an old spinster who was frozen in time when she learned that she was not to be married. She was dressed in her wedding dress and veil, yellow from age; one shoe on, the other shoe off. She muttered the words above.
Funny, I told my therapist today that I felt that I was frozen in a block of ice myself, unable to move forward. The difference between me and Miss Havisham is that I have no interest in being the contruction of my own victimization.
I've decided to forego listening to Great Expectations. I have far too much on my mind to concentrate the way I need to on this book. I need something a little more simple.
See Dick run.
Run Dick run!
Instead, I started to listen to "The Alchemy of Stone", by Ekaterina Sedia. It's 8 hours long, so I should be able to finish it before the end of the month.