She sent Shivas down my Spine

‘She began to talk of her experiences in roaming about the world. Whenshe talked about her wanderings she seemed to paint them: everythingshe described remained in my head like finished canvases by a master.We began by talking about China and the Chinese language which shehad begun to study. Soon we were in North Africa, in the desert amongpeoples I had never heard of before. And then suddenly she was all alone,walking beside a river and the light was intense and I was following her asbest I could in the blinding sun, but she got lost andI found myself wandering about in a strange land listening to a language Ihad never heard before. She is an artist of some sort because nobody hasever given me as she did the ambiance of a world of light such asI had never dreamed of and never hoped to see.’Arrangement: ‘The Colossus of Maroussi’ Henry Mille