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14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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Managed to catch 'The Hours' with a dear friend on friday evening. I was intrigued by the complexity of the plot, and allusions after allusions leaped out of the screen at me... And the most powerful sentence, by Virginia Woolfe: you cannot find peace by avoiding life. struck me as... .

I'm confounded. Are we living our lives?
Are we living our lives in zest? or are we simply avoiding life for what it is, and with the conjured illusion of ignorance luxuriate in troubled peace? Why are we unable to face life for what it brings, and why are we irrational?

The Hours

Now I'm tempted to read Mrs Dalloway.
Pauline too.

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Ok, the show was intriguing enough, but I thought it was a bit too complicated for my liking. I don't understand why Richard killed himself. Because he was sick of life cos he was suffering from Aids? Or was it because he was traumatised by the leaving of his mother when he was younger?

And Virginia Woolf keeps talking in metaphors it's really hard to catch what she really means. I don't know why she killed herself even though her husband promised to move back to London. Do you?

In my humble opinion, Richard is a character that Virginia killed; he died for his mother.

On the other hand, he died so that Clarissa could live her life.

She killed herself for the hours separate she with her husband, as much as the hours kept Richard alive. They were both living for the other party and not themselves; and only by dying that they would free the other party, and ultimately, themselves.

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