[b]Joan Lindsay
Everything begins and ends at exactly the right time and place.[/b]
Starting with the Big Bang?
Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.
Sometimes literally, sometimes not.
Everything, if you could only see it clearly enough, like this, is beautiful and complete.
Either that or nothing.
Marion Quade, the only member of the class to take Pythagoras in her stride, was a favourite pupil, in the sense that a savage who understands a few words of the language of a shipwrecked sailor is a favourite savage.
Who is the equivalent of that here?
Sometimes just to look at Miranda’s calm oval face and straight corn-yellow hair gave her a sharp little stab of pleasure.
The one in the film was stunning.
Any artist is insulted by the suggestion that art is merely a matter of recording reality, and knows that it is impossible to explain how imagination can transform not only events and people, but the artist as well, into quite different “realities”.
Though some prefer to have their art spoon-fed.