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If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.
esto lo dijo Anaïs Nin, que fue durante años la amante de Henry Miller.
Anaïs se enamoró de June Mansfield, la esposa de Miller, la primera vez que la vio. A startingly white face, burning eyes. June Mansfield, Henry's wife. As she came towards me from the darkness of my garden into the light of the doorway I saw for the first time the most beautiful woman on earth (...) By the end of the evening I was like a man, terribly in love with her face and body, which promised so much, and I hated the self created in her by others. Others feel because of her; and because of her, others write poetry; because of her, others hate; others, like Henry, love her in spite of themselves.
esto lo copio del diario de Anaïs Nin.
después de leer los diarios de Wittgenstein y el de Virginia Woolf, me esperan los años parisinos de Miller según su amigo Perles e intentaré dar con el diario de Nin.
sobre Anaïs, Henry y June existe una película de Philip Kaufman, Henry y June (1990), con Maria de Medeiros, Uma Thurman y Fred Ward.