In like a soggy lamb
And I couldn't finish a single page - no, not even a single paragraph - of that Hesse heap, so I'm not finished with it. Or am I? Someone in the book group compared it humorously to a grown up version of wizard school. That may have permanently ruined any possible appreciation of it for me, since I cannot abide another peep about Harry Potter.
Horrible night's sleep again; no energy for climbing, but a bit for hill running. By late afternoon, it was pleasantly warm. The crocuses in front yards are as wide open as they can be, soaking up the unexpected sunlight.
Horrible night's sleep again; no energy for climbing, but a bit for hill running. By late afternoon, it was pleasantly warm. The crocuses in front yards are as wide open as they can be, soaking up the unexpected sunlight.
posted by isabelita at 10:13 AM
3 Comments:
Isa,
Drop it - if you can't get through a page, no need to torture yourself.
Incidentially, HP I choose to view on the big screen. The book reads like a screen play anyway, so why read it. The movies are better - a rare case I think.
Saw near thirty homeless on my AM run through the park, but I was glad it stopped raining, for them, not for me.
'spike - Out of sheer... weirdness, I find I must go on with The Glass Bead Game, even if it's a pain in the ass to read most of the time. After all, why did Hesse get a Nobel Prize for it?
There are these occasional nuggets of truth that appear, so I guess it's like picking through rocks on the beach, looking for agates...
I think legions of homeless folks should camp out in the White House Rose Garden...
Boy, you're a strong one, I., able to cast aside a "Heapa Heapa Burnin' Hesse" like that!
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