Asa Nisi Masa
Reblogged from somethingwickedthiswaycome
“Mrs. Francesca—who never heard of you—got a message from Ouija for me. Nobody’s hands were on it—but hers—and it told us to be married—that we were soul-mates. Theosophists think that two souls are incarnated together—not necessarily at the same time, but are mated—since the time when people were bisexual; so you see ‘soul-mate’ isn’t exactly snappy-stylish; after all: I can’t get messages but it really worked for me last night—only it couldn’t say anything, but ‘dead, dead’—so, of course I got scared and quit. It’s really most remarkable, even if you do scoff. I wish you wouldn’t, it’s so easy, and believing is so much more intelligent.
“There’s no Christmas in the air—and I’m so distressed because I have a tremendous fondness for streets lined with fireworks and holly strands—and loads of candles and big bundles. Nobody seems to care whether it’s Christmas or Lincoln’s birthday down here.”
—from Zelda Fitzgerald’s letters to F. Scott Fitzgerald, gathered by the actress Lane Yorke from the Fitzgerald archives at the Firestone Library at Princeton.
