Archive for June, 2008

Day One Hundred and Seventy-Two

The Aeneid by Virgil Page: 483 Tale of Genji by Murasaki Shikibu Page: 695 I don’t know if I should get credit for reading all those pages in Virgil because I just skimmed the 10 or so with the brief glossary. Oh well. Rich and amazing, Virgil has whetted my appetite for Homer. I haven’t [...]

Day One Hundred and Seventy-One

The Aeneid by Virgil Page: 389 I should have finished Virgil today but John volunteered to close Veritas for us and I napped instead of reading. The nap was glorious other than a few strange dreams. We also had a little picnic in the park and Alex just ran himself ragged playing non-stop. We just [...]

Day One Hundred and Seventy

The Aeneid Page: 311 It is a nearly inexpressible pleasure to read Virgil after slogging through Beckett. The crisp, impetuous swift poetry after the sluggish, plodding mush. I feel like I stepped out of a dank and smelly sickroom into a crisp, bracing winter morning. Here is purpose, drama, heroics. Here are quick deeds performed [...]

Day One Hundred and Sixty-Nine

Sense and Sensibility Page: 367 Finished The Aeneid by Virgil Page: 80 I’m always sorry to be done with such a wonderful book as any of Jane Austen’s. Her writing is a positive pleasure to read and they both wholesome and piquant. She is never saccharine even when dealing with the successful conclusion of a [...]

One Hundred and Sixty Eight

Sense and Sensibility Page: 225 So I went and payed my speeding ticket today. I walked there from home with the boys in the big double stroller. I think walking was penance enough but they still made me spend my 79 bucks…and they tacked on 3 more dollars for using a card…and I had to [...]

Day One Hundred and Sixty-Seven

The Unamable by Samuel Becket Page :476 Finished Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen Page: 50 Blech. I’m glad I’m done with Beckett. On with some Austen to clean out my poor head. I think its amazing how crisp and refreshing she is after the foggy annoyance of Beckett. I feel dreadfully like complaining. I [...]

Day One Hundred and Sixty-Six

Molloy Finished Malone Dies Finished The Unnamable Page: 365 In the middle of The Unnamable I realized what Joyce and Beckett remind me of. In Lewis’s The Great Divorce he talks about how eternity is either the Created saying to the Creator “Thy will be done” or the Creator saying to the Created “Thy will [...]

Day One Hundred and Sixty-Five

Molloy Page: 130 I know…I read almost nothing again. But I’m really not into this book! And I’m worn to a frazzle taking care of two sick kids. As if life wasn’t busy enough we decided to bug-bomb the house this weekend. Actually I insisted. I grew up on a sort-of farm, had pets, livestock, [...]

Day One Hundred and Sixty-Four

Molloy by Samuel Beckett Page: 115 I’m fried. Kids are still sick. Beckett is annoying. Work is stressful. I’m so tired. Go read someone more interesting than me.

Day One Hundred and Sixty-Three

Collected Stories by W. Somerset Maugham Page: 839 Molloy by Samuel Beckett Page: 40 A couple of quotes from Maugham: “A scudding rain, just turning into sleet, swept the deck in angry gusts, like a nagging woman who cannot leave a subject alone.” “…somehow I got the impression that she was one of those neurotic, [...]