It had been a while since I had even stepped into the Grundy Co. Jewett Norris Library, let alone checked out a book. Last week, while my parents were off to Haiti my 9-year-old fireball of a brother and I made our way inside more than a couple times. He mostly wanted to see what DVDs they had, but he tried out a book too. Getting him to read it would be the hard part. On the other hand, nerd that I proudly am, I even brought my own book to the library. Nonetheless, he found a book (and a couple movies) and even got some info on the summer reading program. Meanwhile I ventured upstairs to the ‘adult’ section – which isn’t dirty, it’s just for anyone who is above the eighth grade reading level. Geesh, get your mind out of the gutter. And in the rows and rows of books I found more than a few titles I’d been wanting to read, but hadn’t been able to add to my own collection. The Round House, by Louise Erdrich, Life of Pi, by Yann Martel, some Steven King titles. Of course I hadn’t been in so long, I lost my original library card. Now, to obtain one, you need proof of residency and bills and a personal id – just to avoid buying one for $30+. Lucky me, I was in the system and had another card assigned to my account. Thanks to the wonderful librarian I now have this gem (along with one for the Maryville Public Library), and managed to take home my next book as well. Let’s just hope I find the time to read it before it’s due, a week from yesterday.
“The exquisite art of idleness, one of the most important things that any University can teach.” – Oscar Wilde
After transferring to Northwest Missouri State last fall, I moved into a one-room apartment in early July. With only a part-time job to occupy my time, and a longing for my vast yard back at home, I made my way outside in the evenings to explore the new campus. Of course I would take my book with me in case I found a new place to relax. After my second or third venture on my bicycle, I discovered Colden Pond. Among the beautiful scenery of Northwest – and right near the ‘Kissing Bridge’ – the little pond became my go-to spot. One of my first nights there, I even predicted the engagement of a nearby couple. Now, spending another summer working part-time in Maryville, I find myself coming back to the familiar oasis. And although it’s not being taught in the classroom, I’m doing my best to practice that exquisite art of idleness.
…and because I’m cheap.
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Okay, I’ll stop badgering you now. …A Clash of Kings is almost done, by the way!
It is hard to believe that I have not posted a thing for about two months. I have missed it, which is why I am writing this – not to share a review or recommend the next best novel, but to simply get active once again.
This post will not be completely useless, however. I have been rolling thoughts and ideas about the “Sundays” portion of my blog around in my head for sometime now. Due to the complicated schedule of a working college student, I have renamed that section or study to “Works of Faith” to delve into deeper understanding of God’s Word at anytime. I should also tell you that starting out with MacArthur’s Twelve Extraordinary Women is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to read, for very personal reasons.
Nevertheless, I will be posting very soon about that excellent ‘work of faith’ and also about Anna Karenina, which I will be finishing this weekend. There have been some heavy things weighing on my soul lately (heavy for me, anyway), so I leave you with something from the greatest book I’ve ever read: “…remember all the commandments of the Lord, so as to do them and not follow after your own heart and your own eyes, after which you played the harlot, so that you may remember to do all My commandments and be holy to your God.”
For those of you who don’t share my faith, I could never, ever judge you, and know that I am so glad of everyone that reads what I choose to share with the world and offer their own opinions.
Much love. ❤
To compensate for my slight underestimation of Oscar Wilde’s cleverness, here are some of my favourite quotes from my most recent read…
“Yes; she is a peacock in everything but beauty,” said Lord Henry.
“In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place.” – Lord Henry
“Women have no appreciation of good looks; at least good women have not.” – Lord Henry
“They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever.” – Lord Henry
“She behaves as if she was beautiful. Most American women do. It is the secret of their charm.” “Why can’t these American women stay in their country? They are always telling us that it is the paradise for women.” “It is. That is the reason why, like Eve, they are so excessively anxious to get out of it.” – Exchange between Lord Henry and his Uncle George
“…I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain…” – Dorian Gray
“; and you have often told me that it is personalities, not principles, that move the age.” – Dorian Gray
“Experience was of no ethical value. It was merely the name men gave to their mistakes.”
“…Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.” – Lord Henry
“Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern. The wan mirrors get back to their mimic life. The flameless tapers stand where we had left them, and beside them lies the half-cut book that we had been studying, or the wired flower that we had worn at the ball, or the letter that we had been afraid to read, or that we had read too often. Nothing seems to us changed. Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off, and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits, or a wild longing, it may be, that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness of our pleasure, a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours, and be changed, or have other secrets, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance of even joy having its bitterness and the memories of pleasure their pain.”
“…Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man’s face. It cannot be concealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices. There are no such things. If a wretched man has a vice, it shows itself in the lines of his mouth, the droop of his eyelids, the moulding of his hands even.” – Basil Hallward
“But youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.”
“Gradually the events of the preceding night crept with silent, blood-stained feet into his brain and reconstructed themselves there with terrible distinctness.”
“You will never marry again, Lady Narborough,” broke in Lord Henry. “You were far too happy. When a woman marries again, it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs.” – Lord Henry
“I like men who have a future and women who have a past.” – Lord Henry
“Every effect that one produces gives one an enemy. To be popular one must be a mediocrity.” “Not with women,” said the Duchess, shaking her head; “and women rule the world. I assure you we can’t bear mediocrities. We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes, if you ever love at all.” – Exchange between Lord Henry and Duchess Monmouth
“I am so glad that you have never done anything, never carved a statue, or painted a picture, or produced anything outside yourself. Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.” – Lord Henry