At the dimming of the day

Afternoon is darkening, lots of candles glowing. About to immerse myself into a big chapter.

In case anyone missed it, there was a clip highlighted this week by the very fabulous openculture: film that Thomas Edison took of Mark Twain when he visited him at his home Shadowfield in 1909. If that isn't a play waiting to be written... quite the meeting of giants.

Anyhoo, it's silent, and deteriorated, and the only known film of Twain. Who would die the next year. Resonances galore in its flickery fadedness, as though Twain and his daughters were already half-ghosts.



Have a lovely weekend, all :-)