I was all ready to write a serious post and had the thoughts worked out in my mind, but then I signed into my blog to discover the news that I have managed to write 100 posts.
her wonderful blog the other day, in the context of a discussion of Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love, a book I haven't read and probably won't, the "juxtaposition of beauty and degradation does create a tension, one she [Gilbert] is honest enough to admit, but to turn away from beauty out of guilt would be what Will Ladislaw calls, in Dorothea [from Middlemarch], “'the fanaticism of sympathy.'” Good grief. I want to be a sympathetic person. but I don't want to be fanatically sympathetic.