I am at the front desk of the library, again. I am tired today, in so many ways. I sigh heavily. I climb up on my high chair. I poke at the computer. Poke, poke, poke. In between library patrons I look over towards the Friends of the Library Bookstore to my right. The title of a small book on display leaps out at me:
"Ennui to Go"
Alas, it is too much trouble to go look at it.
If you were wondering, yes, you should comment. Not only does it remind me that I must write in intelligible English because someone is actually reading what I write, but it is also a pleasure for me since I am interested in anything you have to say.
I respond to pretty much every comment. It's like a free personalized blog post!
One last detail: If you are commenting on a post more than two weeks old I have to go in and approve it. It's sort of a spam protection device. Also, rarely, a comment will go to spam on its own. Give either of those a day or two and your comment will show up on the blog.
“Isn’t it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father’s roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.”
ReplyDelete― Jack Kerouac, On the Road