Friday, May 04, 2007


I would say that it is the very lack of obvious drama or spectacle that sets the beauty of our land apart. What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint. It is as though the land knows of its own beauty, of its own greatness, and feels no need to shout it. In comparison, the sorts of sights offered in such places as Africa and America, though undoubtedly very exciting, would, I am sure, strike the objective viewer as inferior on account of their unseemly demonstrativeness.

The remains of the day, Kazuo Ishiguro

1 comment:

xary said...

beautiful :)

e pode ser mesmo isso. o gritar demasiado alto de uma paisagem contra um cenário mais subtil, ciente de si mesmo.

(estou a gostar dos pedacinhos)

beijo *