I recently reread the book Reading Lolita in Tehran
and was struck by the Iranian names in the book. Dara
, Mitra, Mahshid, Nasrin
, Manna, Sanaz
. I think those completely foreign syllables (to me, at least) are beautiful, and sort of a welcome relief from the Puritanical phase I was in (which probably stemmed from it being Lent, doing a Nathaniel
Hawthorne project in English, and watching too much of The Tudors, which is so completely inaccurate it's really enjoyable).
"The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden."