Toy Chests and Copper Lined Boxes

I've neglected my dolls.
Time to go talk to them.

Fine Dining

Do you think they're invited to the inaugural luncheon?

Veal is being served.

Validity

The Plaid Dress
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Strong sun, that bleach
The curtains of my room, can you not render
Colorless this dress I wear?
This violent plaid
Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe
Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done
Through indolence; high judgements given here in haste
The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste?

No more uncolored than unmade
I fear, can be this garment that I may not doff;
Confession does not strip it off
To send me homeward eased and bare;

All through the formal, unoffending evening, under the clean
Bright hair
Lining the subtle gown ... it is not seen
But it is there.

On the River

Human consciousness has many levels. It's been compared to the structure of a Mayan pyramid. The medulla, the location of our self image, the core consciousness which tells us about our relationship to the external world, and the cerebral cortex which fills our consciousness with memories.

It's not that one of these levels has been destroyed in Maria's brain. The interplay between these levels has altered and it could be that the center for discipline has been destroyed.

Nature has set us up in such a way that no thought, no memory, no sensation is stored solely in one spot. They are distributed throughout the brain and that's why it's so difficult to completely destroy a person's memory.
From My Sister Maria, a documentary about Maria Schell by Maxmillian Schell