Monday, August 10, 2009
Caesar: The Civil War
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
Tales From Ovid
The Autobiography of Malcolm X as told to Alex Haley
The Dark Tower IV: Wizard and Glass
Old Christmas
The Catcher in the Rye
It
The Erotic Poems
The Iliad
Pieces of My Mind
Byron's Poetry
The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire
The Complete Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm
Flappers and Philosophers
The History of Sexuality
Selected Poems
Collected Poems
Over to You
Breakfast at Tiffany's
The Stranger
The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays
Outrage: The Five Reasons Why O. J. Simpson Got Away With Murder
Naked Lunch
Selected Poems
Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders
The Stand
The Castle in the Attic
Candide
The History of the Peloponnesian War
The Complete Plays of Sophocles
Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
The Oresteian Trilogy
Four Plays by Aristophanes
The Consolation of Philosophy
Labels: Albert Camus, Andy Rooney, books, bookshelf, Homer, J. D. Salinger, Julius Caesar, Malcolm X, Michel Foucault, Ovid, Roald Dahl, Stephen King, Thomas Hardy, Washington Irving
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:46 AM]
Light The Tires
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I began Brave New World two days ago, read a couple of chapters at three this morning before I worked out, and stayed in the foreign languages building through the afternoon to finish. Ich hab' es sehr gern, aber die letzten Kapiteln haben mich enttäuscht. Huxley himself, from the introduction to the 1946 edition I own, expressed dissatisfaction with the conclusion he wrote as well, and proposed a third option of a search for sanity between the choices originally offered the Savage. I might have preferred the (or "a") different ending, for I read with the expectation that the Savage would progress beyond the stage of self-punishment, loathing, and denial. I am pleased that he mutilated Lenina; a modern story would somehow have allowed him to "have" her, which would of course refute the rest of the novel.
Ich habe Civilum Bellum [K]aesars auf Lateinisch begonnen. Ich liebe Kaesar, weil er einen dousche ist. Er liebt auch sich selbst. Hee.
Labels: Aldous Huxley, Bellum Civilum, Brave New World, denial, dousche, Julius Caesar, Latin, loathing, reading, sanity, self-punishment, working out
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:48 PM]






