The Thoughts of The Prince in THE LEOPARD, by Giuseppe di Lampedusa

By this time, dear blog readers have gotten used to self referring to the main character of The Leopard merely as the Prince.

But this Prince does indeed have a name (“Jaime.  My name’s Jaime!” quoth Jaime Lannister to Brienne of Tarth, in a hot tub, Episode 5 Season 3 of GOT)

The Prince’s real name is Don Fabrizio.

In the scene below, Don Fabrizio and his family are returning from a ball.  It is very early in the morning, November 1862:

When the family had settled into its carriage (the dew had made the cushions damp), Don Fabrizio said that he would walk home; a little fresh air would do him good, he had a slight headache.  The truth is that he wanted to draw a little comfort from gazing at the stars.  There were still one or two up there, at the zenith.  As always, seeing them revived him; they were distant, they were omnipotent, and at the same time they were docile to his calculations; just the contrary to human beings, always too near, so weak and yet so quarrelsome.

After the scene above, the narrative suddenly leaps forward in time.  Now we are in July, 1888, but still in the head of Don Fabrizio:

For a dozen years or so he had been feeling as if the vital fluid, the faculty of existing, life itself in fact and perhaps even the will to go on living, were ebbing out of him slowly but steadily, as grains of sand cluster and then line up one by one, unhurried, unceasing, before the narrow neck of an hourglass.  In some moments of extreme activity or concentration this sense of continual loss would vanish, to reappear impassively in brief instants of silence or introspection; just as a constant buzzing in the ears or the ticking of a pendulum superimposes itself when all else is silent, assuring us of always being there, watchful, even when we do not hear it.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: The Golden Hour

The WordPress Photo Challenge this week is to post shots taken during “The Golden Hour” — Here’s the prompt:

In photography, the “Golden Hour” is the first and last hour of sunlight of the day . . .  go out and snap a photograph, wherever you may be, during this Golden Hour —  and pay attention to the natural light around you.

Love the theme!  Here are a few of self’s “Golden Hour” shots.

Golden Hour 1: Free concerts in Stafford Park, Redwood City, every Wednesday throughout the summer, 6 to 8 pm.

There was a crowd, as always.  We had a good vantage point, near the hot dog and hamburger stand.

There was a crowd, as always. We had a good vantage point, near the hot dog and hamburger stand.

Golden Hour 2:  A Philippine beach at sunrise

Sunrise, Bantayan Beach, Dumaguete

Sunrise, Bantayan Beach, Dumaguete.  Self visited Dumaguete for the first time with Niece G and son, when they were about seven.

Golden Hour 3:  New York City, not quite dusk

New York City Skyline (2006), viewed from the rooftop terrace of the Metropolitan Museum

New York City Skyline (2006), viewed from the rooftop terrace of the Metropolitan Museum

That’s it!  But, self hastens to assure dear blog readers:  these definitely won’t be the last posts on this theme!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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