Your comments are also in French as will be your blog if you click on a link to it from mon blog en français.
Sadly, I do not always make sense in French.
"What's in your bag, K______? Are you carrying bricks in there or something?"
"No, it's just a couple of books I'm reading at the moment."
"Why did you bring books? Did you think you'd be bored with us, K____?" they ask.
It is true though, I do feel empty and unsettled, agitated and cranky if I have not read for a while. It's just because I love books. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm not obsessed or anything.
What Kind of Reader Are You? Your Result: Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm You're probably in the final stages of a Ph.D. or otherwise finding a way to make your living out of reading. You are one of the literati. Other people's grammatical mistakes make you insane. | |
Dedicated Reader | |
Literate Good Citizen | |
Book Snob | |
Non-Reader | |
Fad Reader | |
What Kind of Reader Are You? Create Your Own Quiz |
I guess that explains the twitching and shaking I feel after not having read a book for a day or two.
How obsessed are you?
I had always thought of the Behemoth as a kind of bull-like creature, however, today when reading Job 40 I thought it sounded way more dinosaur-like with its tail swaying like a cedar. How intriguing the Behemoth and the Leviathan are! Blake depicts the Leviathan as a dragon-like creature and from the description in Job 41 it certainly sounds like one. Yet, I had always imagined the Leviathan to be a kind of mythical Loch Ness Monster-like creature due to its sea dwelling snake-like nature described in Psalm 104 and Isaiah 27.
What do you think they could be?
You are a Social Liberal (65% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (10% permissive) You are best described as a: You exhibit a very well-developed sense of Right and Wrong and believe in economic fairness. |
When the dog bites
when the bee stings
when I'm feeling
sad
I simply
remember my favourite things
and then I don't feel
so bad
The Art of Tea. Ever since I first bought and tasted this tea at Salamanca Markets in Tasmania I have not been able to drink any other without feeling it is terribly inferior. I have become such a tea snob that now I will only drink this tea and have to have it shipped up to me by the kilo every month. I love it! I cannot live without it!
Tip Top 9 Grain + Pumpkin Seeds Bread! Yum!
Hammocks
& books.
Especially books in hammocks...with a cup of Earl Grey Rooibos from the Art of Tea.
The smell of rain, the feel of rain, the coolness of rain after a hot day.
Words. I love words.
and pictures
and poetry
and cats
and many many more things but right now I love sleep too much to tell you about them.
What are some of your favourite things?
HAVING placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes' chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression. I reflected on the subject of my spare-time literary activities. One Beginning and one ending for a book was a thing I did not agree with. A good book may have three openings entirely dissimiliar and inter-related only in the prescience of the author, or for that matter one hundred times as many endings.
Examples of three separate openings - the first: The Pooka MacPhellimey, a member of the devil class, sat in his hut in the middle of a firwood meditating on the nature of numerals and segregating in his mind the odd ones from the even. He was seated at his diptych or ancient two-leaved writing-table with inner sides waxed. His rough long-nailed fingers toyed with a snuff-box of perfect rotundity and through a gap in his teeth he whistled a civil cavatina. He was a courtly man and received honour by reason of the generous treatment he gave his wife, one of the Corrigans of Carlow.
The second opening: There was nothing unusual in the appearance of Mr John Furriskey but actually he has one distinction that is rarely encountered - he was born at the age of twenty-five and entered the world with a memory but without personal experience to account for it. His teeth were well formed but stained by tabacco, with two molars filled and a cavity threatened in the left canine. His knowledge of physics was moderate and extended to Boyle's Law and the Parallelogram of Forces.
The third opening: Finn Mac Cool was a legendary hero of old Ireland. Though not mentally robust, he was a man of superb physique and development. Each of his thighs was as thick as a horses belly, narrowing to a calf as thick as the belly of a foal. Three fifties of fosterlings could engage with handball against the wideness of his backside, which was large enough to halt the march of men through a mountain-pass.
Carol Taaffe of Trinity College Dublin describes At Swim-Two-Birds as "a comic novel concerning a student who is writing a novel about an author, also writing a novel, whose characters beging to write about him." I am very interested in reading the novel to see how this takes place.
I hopethat the ending is as good as the beginning[s]. However, after reading these comments by Eric Mader-Lin:
I myself feel I've less of a readerly future to look forward to because, alas, I've already read At Swim-Two-Birds. This is to say that the novel is good enough to make me somewhat envious of those who haven't yet gotten to it. Yes, it is that good.
THANKS to our living habits, we may soon live in a world devoid of frogs and their amphibious friends.
Fifty international amphibian experts have predicted a mass extinction of the world's frogs, toads and salamanders due largely to rising pollution levels, climatic change and a killer fungal disease - with its effect being felt in Sydney.