*12:50 pm
*08:50 pm
“And so he made a pledge in his heart. A little life goal. He would collect all the books in the series. He would be a better writer for it. He would have interesting dinner conversation. And he’d be able to claim that yes, Anais Nin, Freud, and Kafka could be found on his bookshelves. And, dare I say it, he would be cultured.”
“A little humanity or fellow feeling goes a long way he reasons. A much longer way than absolute adherence to policy. But in a situation that was trying his patience already this woman, this “Vicky Lewis,” was really really wearing thin on his nerves.”
“somehow not being put off by Oxford people who grab handfuls of crap to fling at each other helped Marcus pass “the test”.”
“So despite running in the rain, slipping and falling in the mud, and vomiting up some of the unsettled 4-pound-mass of liver and chips lodged in my belly, it was the most exciting/inspiring exercise session I’ve ever had.”
“I rolled back over in my broken sleeping bag and woolen over jacket…. t was going to be one of those days…”
“Our second day in Edinburgh was spent doing all the touristy things that we were too embarrassed to do in the company of actual Scottish people”
“He had such insightful commentary as well, such as: “This is a castle, they built it to keep people out…”. “
“,,,we don’t have a map yet. This could be a major set back seeing how EVERY road in England curves, loops, and snakes it’s way in random unintelligible patterns of abstract M.C. Escher art.”
“It’s one of those epitaph quotes that are amazingly contrived but you secretly hope you’re family will spring for.”
I love the compartmentalization of it all, as if every blade of grass or mossy path should have it’s own prescribed partition. It’s O.C.D. paradise.