포르토벨로의 마녀

This was incredible. It was bought for my wife by a good friend of ours about 12 years ago and sat on the book shelf for as long.

The timing was good for me as the spiritual elements of the book tie in nicely with some of my philosophical meanderings right now.

“I dance when ever I can, but music only exists because the pauses exist, and sentences only exist because the blank spaces exist. When I'm doing something, I feel complete, but no one can keep active twenty-four hours a day. As soon as I stop, I feel there's something lacking. You've often said to me that I'm a naturally restless person, but I didn't choose to be that way. I'd like to sit here quietly, watching television, but I can't. My brain won't stop. Sometimes I think I'm going mad. I need always to be dancing, writing, selling land, taking care of Viorel, or reading whatever I find to read. Do think that's normal?”