This is the story of the road that goes to my house and what ghosts there do remain

After a couple of unschedulable weeks, gaudior, nineweaving, captainbutler, ericmvan, and myself finally organized enough to watch Bergman's Fanny and Alexander (1982) on Monday. The original four-part, 312-minute television version, not the three-hour theatrical release it was later abbreviated into. It was magnificent. (There will be a fuller post at some point, just so I can get some of the story out of my head.) Since then, I have been translating, and therefore somewhat uninteresting to talk to. On the other hand, it makes me happy . . .