“First she said we were to keep clear of the Sirens, who sit and sing most beautifully in a field of flowers; but she said I might hear them myself so long as no one else did. Therefore, take me and bind me to the crosspiece half way up the mast; bind me as I stand upright, with a bond so fast that I cannot possibly break away, and lash the rope’s ends to the mast itself. If I beg and pray you to set me free, then bind me more tightly still.” Homer, The Odyssey
The hero’s tale is a dark and dangerous path…or is it really so?
“These dark and dangerous women are the hero’s opponents and, unlike other females, they often play a major part in the story for they have broken out of the domestic sphere and are loose in the wilderness. They threaten the hero’s rationality, self-control and purpose. They try to divert him from his goal, tempting him to linger in sexual dalliance with them. Often, like the wicked witches in fairy tales and the beautiful spies who serve the enemy in the James Bond stories, they threaten his very life.” Margery Hourihan
“Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. And though admittedly such a thing never happened, it is still conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never.” Franz Kafka, The Silence of the Sirens
“How soft and gentle her name sounds when I whisper it. It lingers on the tongue, insidious and slow, almost like poison, which is apt indeed. It passes from the tongue to the parched lips, and from the lips back to the heart. And the heart controls the body, and the mind also. Shall I be free of it one day? In forty, in fifty years? Or will some lingering trace of matter in the brain stay pallid and diseased? Some minuscule cell in the bloodstream fail to race with its fellows to the fountain heart? Perhaps, when all is said and done, I shall have no wish to be free. As yet, I cannot tell.” Daphne du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel
The theme for today is ‘sight’. What does it mean to ‘see’? Is it to look? To observe? To notice? To understand?
What do you see when you look around you? The glimmer of a twist of fate? The emptiness of existence? The choice of perception is in your eyes. But there are eyes deep within yourself that need to be opened. So…open them.
“My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things…” Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
“Good morning, it’s time for you to wake up.” Sofia, Vanilla Sky (alternate ending)
“It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It’s like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting “Cathy” and banging your head against a tree.”
― Helen Fielding, Bridget Jones’s Diary
And a little snippet from the movie, or how not to win over a lady:
Do you have any Bridget lines that make your day that much better? Let me know in the comments! 🙂