I teeter between wanting to be as clever as A.S. Byatt, dreaming that I could one day (if I was very good) write a single sentence as good as one of hers and uneasily feeling like I am letting her down just by existing, let alone by reading one of her books.
And you see, I've let her down again because it's very hard to teeter between three different points, isn't it?
So, is reading actually more important than living? It's so hard to tell.
About Me
- Penthe
- I live in the heart of the nation and do a lot of filing. The husband and the son like to read a lot. So do I.
Links
- Ampersand Duck
- Armagnac'd
- Blue Milk
- Books I love
- Charlotte's Library
- Eglantine's Cake
- Enough Rope
- Humanities Researcher
- I think I have a recipe for that
- Light Reading
- Mim's Muddle
- Misrule
- Pea Soup
- Progressive Dinner Party
- Ramping It Up
- still life with cat
- Stories are light
- Terrible Palsy
- The Bones Remember Everything
- Third Cat
- WoLFi Tales
1 comment:
Not if they join downwards in a pyramid. Standing on the base of the upside down pyramid, you'd be teetering on the apex, wouldn't you?
So there you go, one good rationalisation a day is all that's necessary for happiness, I always feel.
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