by Zoë Pollock

Catherine Lacey uncovers the perfect holiday sentiment, from a letter Rilke wrote to Rodin:

I have often asked myself whether those days on which we are forced to be indolent are not just the ones we pass in profoundest activity? Whether all our doing, when it comes later, is not only the last reverberation of a great movement which takes place in us on those days of inaction…

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