Angela y Augurios

'I feel so strange. No home. Nothing familiar, any more. I feel quite empty, like a husk with the kernel gone, quite lacking in energy & prey to vague fears. My stomach feels all twisted up with nerves; I'm not precisely unhappy, only a little scared & apprehensive, I suppose, like the newborn wanting to retreat back to the womb, knowing it is impossible & knowing there is no womb-surrogate anywhere, now.'

'I think this is maybe the nub of it - you can't possess people; you only borrow them for a time & then give them back to themselves.'

'...what I do feel, really, is that I am a lot more ordinary than I thought. This probably only means I've come to terms with being peculiar; possibly, also, the time for existential leaps is over and I am myself, now.'

Angela Carter's journal in The Invention of Angela Carter.

Subrayando como loca. Estoy disfrutando muchísimo este viaje contigo, Angela.

Y escuchando esta canción a menudo en los últimos meses  - o mejor...cantándola a gritos.