You get your intuition back when you make space for it, when you stop the chattering of the rational mind. The rational mind doesn’t nourish you. You assume that it gives you the truth, because the rational mind is the golden calf that this culture worships, but this is not true. Rationality squeezes out much that is rich and juicy and fascinating.”
Love this book, particularly the part about how you know a Methodist just died: no one can get their rings off, because they are retaining water from all of the sodium from the cream of chicken soup-based "funeral casseroles." Too true!
No amount of description or praise can do justice to Michael Cunningham’s words. My own copy of The Hours is underlined and annotated with passages that I come back to year after year. Michael Cunningham won the Pulitzer Prize for this triptych, which is at once an homage to Mrs. Dalloway and a triple portrait of three women in three different time periods struggling for meaning in their own lives.