Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Hiatus interruptus II

Ladies and gentlemen,
Bayanlar, Baylar,
Signoras e Signori,
Señoras y Señores,
Mesdames et Messieurs,

Friends,

worrying what might be the long-term consequences of such a hiatus, I thought it's better to decide in favour of a hiatus interruptus.

May either those forgive me who would have loved this hiatus to never end, and consequently feel deeply dissatified, and those who felt ... well, let's say irritated. :)

I was irritated, myself, as I did not intend to have a break. It just happened, or rather I let it happen. Even more strange: I did not miss blogging (very much).
Why? Don't know. Summing up all possible reasons would probably take too long, and boring you is one of the last things I wish to do.

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Reading the lines above some readers might have thought they had déjà vu.


:)


Well ... yes ... I just copied and pasted most of what I wrote after
one of my former hiati.

And now, may this beginning, again, bear a special magic. :)

11 comments:

  1. Glad to see you back, Sean! It's good to take breaks from blogging, I think. Whether planned or not, they can be very enjoyable.

    And I hope that, in marks out of 10, your hiatus a high 8 is. (Or 'was', but that spoils the pun.)

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  2. On the last occasion you wrote this very same post, Curieuse au Canada visited for the first time. She dared to correct your French, and her friend, Simplissima, was also a tad rude. Nevertheless you were charming, and it was a delightful encounter.

    Maybe Herman Hesse always walked alone in a fog. But it's possible, if one wishes, to cross a foggy road, and walk besides a friend for a few minutes.

    That's why I'm very happy that (after a good rest, I hope) you interrupted your third hiatus, and that I will again enjoy your company in your always fascinating posts (whether serious, or humourous).

    Celebrating your return with a toast to your good health, and your renewed spirit. Cheers!:)

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  3. Stan,
    thank you, my dear friend!
    Yes! Breaks - of whatever kind - can be enjoyable. And certainly I enjoyed what I did.
    At the same time I did not enjoy what I did not. :)
    There's so much I think I could write about without boring at least some of my readers

    Curieuse au Canada,
    undoubtedly, time flies. :)

    Now am I not able to say that my spirit's renewed, however I think they are. :)

    As for Hermann Hesse. All my fog ... err ... fault. It were his 'Steps' I intedned to link to :)

    Hm ... and many thanks for your kind words.

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  4. Blogus Interuptus is a very common complaint. Don't worry about it ;-)

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  5. Ha ha, CherryPie,
    any interruptus is not what is generally called satisfying, though, would you agree. :)

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  6. Yes! Steps from Hermann Hesse (Jan.05-08) fits your return much better than In the Fog.

    The call of life to us forever flowers...

    Dear Hesse! He knew better than to remain very long in the fog...

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  7. I was beginning to wonder if a sudden blizzard had encased you in ice, and we'd have to wait for spring and the thaw for Omnium to return. Thankfully, this is not the case. Hurrah!

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  8. Claude,
    are there any Hesse's one one of your book shelves?

    D.E.,
    :) no blizzard, but lots of shovelling snow. Not so much that I had anexcuse for replying such late, though. Sorry.

    There's always something to improve. :)

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  9. Don't understand your question. I'm not very good at subtle hints!

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  10. Subtle? :)
    In other words then: Did you read any of Hesse's work?

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  11. Because of his friendship with Romain Rolland, I read 4 or 5 of his books, in French, in my late twenties. Never his poetry, except here. He wasn't the most sociable person, but he married 3 times, and quite fast after divorcing. That's what I meant about him not staying alone very long. I also know he was criticized for not protesting Nazism very loud. He wasn't racist. I remember vaguely that one of his wives was Jewish.

    In the memory of my youth, Siddharta was my favourite book. Maybe it would change today.

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