GR translation: womanly twisting the night-streaked yarn of her past

[Mike Jing]

Of course, I just realized that twisting is needed when spinning yarn.
Silly me.


On Mon, Apr 22, 2013 at 5:36 AM, Mike Jing <gravitys.rainbow.cn at gmail.com>wrote:

> P212.5-14   “You were in London,” she will presently whisper, turning back
> to her wheel and spinning it again, face averted, womanly twisting the
> night-streaked yarn of her past, “while they were coming down I was in ’s
> Gravenhage”—fricatives sighing, the name spoken with exile’s
> lingering—“while they were going up. Between you and me is not only a
> rocket trajectory, but also a life. You will come to understand that
> between the two points, in the five minutes, it lives an entire life. You
> haven’t even learned the data on our side of the flight profile, the
> visible or trackable. Beyond them there’s so much more, so much none of us
> know. . . .”
>
> First, I thought this obviously refers the spinning of the roulette wheel,
> which is like a spinning wheel for yarn.  But then "the night-streaked yarn
> of her past" seems to refer to the story of he past, which she is
> "twisting" somehow.  Am I reading too much into this?  (Or is that even
> possible?)
>
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