Gathering thoughts…
A world of little thoughts.
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I can’t believe I spent the whole day reading Joyce and Woolf just to try to understand what people like about them — why do I always do that? Give people chances when I clearly don’t like them? (Well I liked Joyce in high school; or at least one story from the Dubliners. And Woolf has said some nice paragraphs which…
People who wait for other people to tell them how to feel about a book or a movie or a musical piece seem to have completely missed the point of reading or watching or listening: to have a personal experience. I have a friend who is so nervous about these things. He wants to appear as though he has good taste. He’s…
Another question I’ve been wondering lately: can a woman who only reads in German ever read Ulysses? Can a woman who only reads in Chinese ever read Virginia Woolf? Can I ever read any of the Russian texts? I believe the answer is rather obvious but I also think it’s sometimes better not to read a thing in its…
I’ve started making memes with pictures of my cat. One is of me kissing him with the words “to hold thee lightly on a gentle knee, and print on thy soft cheek a parent’s kiss” flanking the picture, and a little slanted note of “my little Lolita” where his collar would be. Perhaps it is my unrequited pleasures in…
I certainly don’t expect everyone to like /Lolita/ So what’s the matter with me not liking others that many like? I suppose I just want to know what there is to like! So what do I like about Nabokov? He has big dick energy, that’s the first thing. And he’s funny about it. And he creeps me out in the right ways. It’s a…
