Sorry, I am so distracted by CW’s lack of usual hat with ruby-red-rhinestone buckle, I am not even paying attention to the usual speech about Weil unfolding right now….
Then, I am eased, phew! she does have the red-framed specs on. This is what Weil would have wanted: CW is recounting the part of Weil’s life where she was called the Red Virgin. Red is important. Very important. Especially when “the Body is on the line.” There are nuances missing here–fun facts, not so fun facts, the audience laughs when cued to do so. The pinecones are not mentioned.
IT IS OUR MORAL DUTY TO ENDURE AS MUCH EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL HARDSHIP AS WE CAN BEAR.
This is heavy.
There is nothing really funny at all about this woman. Why are we laughing? We are, though.
SW is leaning forward, her red scarf (!) askew, now leaning on her elbow, now turned in close towards CW.
Here and there, faces look..sad? Drawn? AML. C. Others are chewing gum. Simone Weil is parachuting into France in CW’s speech, and we are chewing gum. Even me. “She extinguishes her useless body,” says CW.
Now it is quiet.
Note: later. Thinking of SW’s last words in the Cahiers; she was reflecting on how we care for each other. “Nurses” was her note to herself, the note she wouldn’t return to–are we her nurses? As we take such care with her words, and her ideas, and her story? Is nursing political? Or only if done badly.