last final of the year celebration |
What spectable confronted them when they, first the host, then the guest, emerged silently, doubly dark, from obscurity by a passage from the rere of the house into the penumbra of the garden?The heav...
Posted by lauren on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 08:08:00 PST |
a favor |
okay guys, less literary more literal:I NEED a new job. I will work anywhere, restaurants, retail, bars, anything. I have lots of retail experience and a summer of ice cream scooping under my belt; i ...
Posted by lauren on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 08:35:00 PST |
a brief resurrection |
Last night, I believe I expressed my incredible love of this passage, my declarations of adoration no doubt somewhat obscured by the slurs of Jameson."He had found her agitated and low.-- Frank Church...
Posted by lauren on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 06:43:00 PST |
I've been failing with my Proust, but quite excellent with my Russians. |
'It was the French, was it, who introduced the fashion of being bored?''No, the English.''Ah, that's how it is!' he answered. 'Well, they have always been inveterate drunkards!'-- Lermontov, A Hero of...
Posted by lauren on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 11:02:00 PST |
advice for english majors |
"Dear Ms. X., I acknowledge your letter concerning your proposed thesis, though I can't say that its title makes a great deal of sense to me. Doubtless it does to you or you would not have come up wit...
Posted by lauren on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 01:29:00 PST |
this is what happens when they give grad students power. |
"He wasn't a bad man at all. And at least, he had the privilege of being able to say at the end of his life that he made his own mistakes. His lordship was a courageous man. He chose a certain path in...
Posted by lauren on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 11:18:00 PST |
from the french book |
Il faut être toujours ivre. Tout est là: c'est l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du Temps qui brise vos épaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous en...
Posted by lauren on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 10:41:00 PST |
lovely cheese |
Their love story did not begin until afterward: she fell ill and he was unable to send her home as he had the others. Kneeling by her as she lay sleeping in his bed, he realized that someone had sent ...
Posted by lauren on Mon, 03 Apr 2006 03:11:00 PST |
a lipogram |
Noon rings out. A wasp, making an ominous sound, a sound akin to a klaxon or a tocsin, flits about. Augustus, who has had a bad night, sits up blinking and purblind. Oh what was that word (is his thou...
Posted by lauren on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 11:59:00 PST |
Goddamn I am such a jerk. |
I think people should read more.April fools! Well really this (mis)use of myspace blogging functions is just me posting things from books and things I read that I really like and I think other people ...
Posted by lauren on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 09:19:00 PST |
