a film by Pola Rapaport
Quotations from "The Story of
San Michele"
by Axel Munthe
@ 1929 John Murray (Publishers), Ltd.
| BLIND LIGHT
a film by Pola Rapaport Quotations from "The Story of
San Michele"
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| I sprang from the Sorrento
sailing-boat on,
to the little beach. Swarms of boys were playing about among the upturned
boats or bathing their shining bronze bodies in the surf, and old fishermen
in red Phrygian caps sat mending their nets, outside their boathouses.
I had no time to think, my head was full of rapturous wonder, my heart full of the joy of life, the world was beautiful and I was eighteen. |
| Just over our heads, riveted to the steep rock like
an eagle's nest, stood a little ruined chapel. Its vaulted roof had fallen
in, but huge blocks of masonry shaped into an unknown pattern of symmetrical
network, still supported its crumbling walls.
"What is the name of the little chapel?", I asked eagerly? "San Michele." "San Michele! San Michele!" echoed in my heart. |
| I am not a bookwriter and I hope never to become one.
"The Story of San Michele"
was the result of an unforeseen accident: while I was groping my way in
the dusk among the hammers and wheels of my newly acquired Corona, hard
at work learning to typewrite. I had been warned it was high time.
I was far too busy superintending the acrobatics of my ten clumsy fingers to pay much attention to the whimsical game of hide-and-seek going on at the back of my head between thought and word. But now and then, between the hammerstrokes, I could hear the beating of my heart. |
