We might have come back from Germany, but I’m still thinking a lot about it: the way I felt there, Martha and Vio, the beautiful buildings, the Entschuldingung-s I’ve heard everywhere… Man, I’d move there without ever looking back! The [...]
November 14, 2011 | Posted in Bits and pieces, I think I'm paranoid and complicated, Köln, Pictures of you, Rest in pieces, Wrapped up in books
I dont know how you can carry around as much love as I’ve given you – (March 1919) And so you see, Scott, I’ll never be able to do anything because I’m much too lazy to care whether it’s done [...]
October 24, 2011 | Posted in Bits and pieces, More than words can say, My Bucharest, Pictures of you, Wrapped up in books
DEAN: So, how are you liking Moby Dick? RORY: Oh, it’s really good. DEAN: Yeah? RORY: Yeah, it’s my first Melville. DEAN: Cool. RORY: I mean, I know it’s kind of cliché to pick Moby Dick as your first Melville [...]
January 8, 2011 | Posted in Bits and pieces, Wrapped up in books
It is interesting to note that they are right who regard the dream as foretelling the future. Although the future which the dream shows us is not that which will occur, but that which we would like to occur. Folk [...]
October 16, 2010 | Posted in For a minute there I lost myself, Wrapped up in books
It’s funny, when you’re a child you think time will never go by, but when you hit about twenty, time passes like you’re on the fast train to Memphis. I guess life just slips up on everybody. It sure did [...]
January 19, 2010 | Posted in For a minute there I lost myself, I hate Mondays, Wrapped up in books
