Gotta avoid that look of pity for the world you’re falling into; not a good one. It can easily be sensed when it comes on; perhaps more easily since Johnnie G.’s pic of a couple of months ago down at Cirino. How difficult and rare was the Buddha evenness, that gold standard you’ve been striving/hoping for this last long while. In fact, truth be told, you can’t manage that, not really; it couldn’t reasonably be expected. Did you ever see such a cast of feature in the Balkans? The impressiveness Edith Durham was describing didn’t fall into that category; that was an altogether different kettle of fish. Not that the latter was a lesser form of coping/overcoming perhaps; maybe we didn’t need to concede that. The softening for passing pretty girls was coming off a wee better in these riper years. You were never a leerer of course, but that didn’t mean easy, admiring glimpses came along effortlessly. We can never see ourselves, Bab used to say. And, Ne vidis sebe, again when passing judgment on others.
NB. Edith Durham’s early writings on Montenegro and Serbia, before the latter (High Albania &etc.) switching to take the part of the Shiptars against their oppressors.
https://www.njegos.org/durham/chapter17.htm
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