I miss my bruises and I feel like I am losing my positioning

[sovay]

On the physical plane, I am just not doing very well. Among other things, I seem to have had an asthma attack last night. It was unpleasant. I would prefer not to repeat the experience. I meant to go out this afternoon into the brilliantly frigid sunlight and photograph whatever had not been mid-May frost-killed, but instead I finished my work and then I lay motionless on the couch. I appreciate the friend who is not on DW who sent me news of both masked hamsters and antibody llamas. My mother sent a few seconds of video in which she captured the bald eagle circling and calling over my parents' house. I am going to return to the couch and read Jean Webster's Daddy-Long-Legs (1912), which feels like it should be a re-read, except I don't recognize any of it.

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[vass]

I hope you feel better very soon.

Jean Webster's Daddy-Long-Legs is such a fascinating mixture of satisfying and concerning. The sequel, Dear Enemy (in which Sally takes over and overhauls the orphanage where Judy grew up) has some good parts too, but is marred by some really horrifying eugenics.

[sovay]

I hope you feel better very soon.

Thank you.

Jean Webster's Daddy-Long-Legs is such a fascinating mixture of satisfying and concerning.

Outside of the whiplash of the ending, I was fine with most of it. Personally I prefer some processing of imposture, especially when it's entangled with romance, but it happens surprisingly seldom.

(A Letter for Evie (1946) is a small movie and it has its flaws, but as a Cyrano version it won my heart forever with its Roxane's reaction: "Say, which one were you in love with? The one that kissed you or the one that wrote the letters?"–"I don't know! I hate them both!")

The sequel, Dear Enemy (in which Sally takes over and overhauls the orphanage where Judy grew up) has some good parts too, but is marred by some really horrifying eugenics.

I may hold off on trying it, then. I'm not in a great mood for eugenics.