If we want to spare ourselves the painful roundabout route through the misrecognition, we miss the Truth itself: only the ‘working-though’ of the misrecognition allows us to accede to the true nature of the other and at the same time to overcome our own deficiency.
(Zizek on Darcy/Elizabeth and misrecognition)
I’d forgotten how much I enjoy Zizek’s Sublime Object of Ideology. It, the end of Vanity Fair, and Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own is the reading list for this no-school day. Vacation, the absence of the ordinary, is occasionally good. It slides between all the other days, giving time for leisurely breakfasts stretching into long mornings with tea and books, washing cars, sunbathing, running … and listening to “Ruby Love” by Cat Stevens.
I finally pushed past “with a movement of darkness on darkness” in East Coker, where I’ve been stuck for the past four weeks …
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
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