Back – and sick

April 11, 2007 at 6:51 am | Posted in Sick | Leave a comment
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Both my boyfriend and me have returned with a slight fever and a sore throat – it’s one of the in between stages where you don’t know whether you should lie down or not. They’re the ones I like least.

I am off to work soon, let’s see how I am going to cope. If I had another day off on my hands, I’d start with a review of The House of Mirth. If I wrote a PhD about naturalism, like Cabbage does, I’d definitely frequently experience pangs of crushing depression. Everything that I feared was going to happen, happened – and if not exactly, then worse. Poor Lily Bart!

P.S.: My boyfriend consoled me by saying “But it did not really happen!” Somehow that made and makes no difference to me. It’s the discursive probability that saddens me:-(

I’m Reading The House of Mirth

April 2, 2007 at 10:14 pm | Posted in Literature | 4 Comments
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… by Edith Wharton and it’s fantastic. Too bad it is a tragedy, so it must end tragically. But I so much hoped for Lily Bart to marry Lawrence Selden (she! proposed after a fifth of the novel, with no kiss exchanged yet – but a woman, of course, cannot propose, and so her question wasn’t a proposal), but now I fear that she is going to lose the little money she has through Gus Trenor’s speculations… sigh…

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