Note 5

Posted by Genjo on September 19th, 2008 filed in Notes

Amongst Wohl’s papers there’s a passage torn from Chesterton’s small book on St. Francis. Written on the obverse side, in an excited scrawl, is the following short note. It casts a faint light on the process whereby Wohl’s writings and thoughts emerged out of his readings of an odd assortment of sources:

There was not a rag of him left, only a foolishness – a small fool maybe – but a ragged fool, luminous with unknowing, speechless with feathered sense of light and transparency. In a world hanged upon nothing what can be written except in invisible ink on paperless pages? We cannot say. Writing is a beautiful pretence, a foolish pleasure, a small building of walls to catch the dust and light.