I don’t know about you, but I will always feel as if I lost something when I grew up.
If you asked me to define what exactly it was I was missing, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. All I could say that it was a sense of dazed wonder at the world, and everything in it. It’s something that simply cannot be expressed in words. And, likewise, if you asked me when I lost the ability to access this secret emotion, I wouldn’t be able to answer that, either. I guess it was somewhere in my teens.
Continue reading “1906 – the confusions of young torless ~ robert musil”
Eep. What a week.
I totally intended to write something for you to read in the middle of the week – I really did. But somehow, the days got away from me, and before I even realised what was happening, it was Sunday, and time for me to sit down and write this week’s book review…
Even with a tea-powered time machine, time still has a way of disappearing on me…
Continue reading “1905 – where angels fear to tread ~ e. m. forster”
The first time I set eyes on this week’s book, I was not impressed.
Firstly, it’s big. Thick books don’t usually intimidate me, but when you’ve only got one week in which to read a book, you don’t really want to choose one with more than four hundred pages.
Continue reading “1904 – nostromo ~ joseph conrad”
I don’t believe in astrology.
But, just in case you were wondering, apparently, I’m a Taurus…and I’m told by believers that my skeptical attitude towards astrology is actually quite typical of those born under the sign of the bull. Which I think is rather ironic, really.
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