Sorry, people, for not being around much the last few days, but things keep ratcheting up at the office, and then there's been a crisis at Matignon, which you can read about by following this link:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/worldaffairs/47283.html
Anyway, I just needed to post a few literary bits and pieces having to do with the themes of grief and death, which the 
worldaffairs post brought to mind, and which might prove useful. I know this may be cryptic and meaningless to most of the people on my flist, but it won't really go as a comment. I'm doing it as an open post on the offchance that other people might be curious enough to follow the link and see what this is all about, but after this I'll probably set up a filter for WA-related posts; let me know if you'd like to be included. 
jenni_snake and kleio_caissa, you're in automatically, of course.
So, Tavi, given his mood, maybe in addition to writing poetry that night Dominique was doing a little reading as well. For example:
Grief
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness
In souls as countries lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy Dead in silence like to Death -----
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:
If it could weep, it could arise and go.
From: Ode to a Nightingale
John Keats
Darkling I listen; and for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain ----
To thy high requiem become a sod.
Or maybe he was finishing up Buddenbrooks and came across the following passages:
What was Death? The answer came, not in poor, large-sounding words: he felt it within him, he possessed it. Death was a joy, so great, so deep that it could be dreamed of only in moments of revelation like the present. It was the return from an unspeakably painful wandering, the correction of a grave mistake, the loosening of chains, the opening of doors – it put right again a lamentable mischance.
Cases of typhoid take the following course:
When the fever is at its height, life calls to the patient: calls out to him as he wanders in his distant dream, and summons him in no uncertain voice. The harsh, imperious call reaches the spirit on that remote path that leads into the shadows, the coolness and peace. He hears the call of life, the clear, fresh, mocking summons to return to that distant scene which he had already left so far behind him, and already forgotten. And there may well up in him something like a feeling of shame for a neglected duty; a sense of renewed energy, courage, and hope; he may recognize a bond existing still between him and that stirring, colourful, callous existence which he thought he had left so far behind him. Then, however far he may have wandered on his distant path he will turn back – and live. But if he shudders when he hears life’s voice, if the memory of that vanished scene and the sound of that lusty summons make him shake his head, make him put out his hand to ward off as he flies forward in the way of escape that has opened to him – then it is clear that the patient will die.
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If you go out and look at the way we've been doing comments, you can probably see the system. A Dominique or Vlad post is done in regular type, and I comment to those posts in the same way. If the comment is being posted by
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Have you managed to find peanut butter in the local food shops, or would you like a CARE package sent? :-)
Yeah, ok, we've had this debate and I'm not going to start it again. I believe there's no point. I would just like to be kept off the WA filter, please.
Hope you're feeling better!
Please, keep me off the filter.
Of course I will. Like I told Jem, everyone on my friends list will be kept off the filter unless they specifically ask to be included (like
Hope you had a wonderful time in the country. Were you back at work today?
But, oh dear! We're disturbing. :-( It might be wrong that I feel a little flattered about that. Okay, I will stop, but the piece of advice I wanted to give, which I'm sure has already been given, if not, then anyway: never try to get people interested in something they're not. C'est la vie!
And yeah, your advice is sound. Believe me, I've learned a lesson; that being: Sometimes it's best just to be selfish and keep your "oooh! shiny" pleasures to yourself. :-)