Nothing much that is written is "after my heart" these days, which is a shame. I enjoyed reading so much in the fresh innocence of my youth whereas now I just try then abandon disappointed. So many words are so overly revered, and if I return to those I once though wonderful I wonder how I could have myself over-rated them so. There are sparkling glints to be found, among much excessive verbosity. Diamonds hidden in rough ground. But I have said too much, obviously. I am a mere idiot, soon to be gone.
There are sparkling glints to be found, among much excessive verbosity. Diamonds hidden in rough ground. Like so often in the past few years I find myself surprised to see that 'Andrew, once again, has been writing down my thoughts'. :) Take good care of yourself, my friend.
I liked what I saw of the dramatisation but I find the actual writing far too tedious.
ReplyDeletePerhaps Thomas Pynchon's "Against the Day" would be more after your heart. Although . . . :)
DeleteNothing much that is written is "after my heart" these days, which is a shame. I enjoyed reading so much in the fresh innocence of my youth whereas now I just try then abandon disappointed. So many words are so overly revered, and if I return to those I once though wonderful I wonder how I could have myself over-rated them so. There are sparkling glints to be found, among much excessive verbosity. Diamonds hidden in rough ground. But I have said too much, obviously. I am a mere idiot, soon to be gone.
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DeleteThere are sparkling glints to be found, among much excessive verbosity. Diamonds hidden in rough ground.
ReplyDeleteLike so often in the past few years I find myself surprised to see that 'Andrew, once again, has been writing down my thoughts'. :)
Take good care of yourself, my friend.
I will keep some of them secret, meantime... I think.
DeleteAh, good. :)
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