The Immortal Hour – an analysis by Netta Fornario
"I had the unique privilege of seeing a performance of The Immortal Hour, which, timed to fit in with the exigencies of the local buses and trains, began at sunset. The first scene started with broad daylight shining in through the uncurtained windows of the Assembly Rooms. But as it progressed the dusk grew on, till only the phantom figures could be seen moving on the stage and the hooting laughter of the shadowy horrors in the magic wood rang out in complete darkness, lit only by the stars that shone strangely brilliant through the skylights of the hall. It was a thing never to be forgotten." - Dion Fortune This post follows on from my last blog where I outlined the story of Netta Fornario and the “terrible case of healing” which culminated in her strange death on the Iona . If ever a more sobering reminder was needed of the dangers of an obsessive interest in the elemental kingdom, this was it. Regrettably very little remains of Netta Forna