It was certainly those
eurythmic exercises of the Mahatma's ("holy ecstasy," he called them)
which had reduced her hips after everything else had failed. And this gratitude
for the reduction of her hips was exactly on the same plane, in her neat
card-catalogued mind, with her enthusiastic faith in his wonderful mystical
teachings about Self-Annihilation, Anterior Existence and Astral Affinities . .
. all so incomprehensible and so pure. . .
Edith Wharton - Twilight Sleep (1927)
I love this quote. So delightfully sarcastic. I’m sure
sarcasm is vital for a healthy life – much more invigorating than all those
boring old vitamins with their unimaginative names.
Oh I don't know - Vitamin B2 has a certain je ne sais quoi.
ReplyDeleteAstral Affinities. Which league are they in?
ReplyDeleteJames - almost poetic.
ReplyDeleteDemetrius - Celestial Premier although they can't score these days.