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Saturday, December 2nd, 2006 08:29 amSeveral decades back someone gave me a hardcover copy of Foucault's Pendulum as an unbirthday present. I have no idea why. Possibly a hint that I need to work on my image presentation. Last night after I finished Post Captain I had a sudden urge to read Foucault's Pendulum so I rousted it out and lay down in my comfy sofa. Ten pages in and I ceased to have any desire to read Foucault's Pendulum at all. Really, I feel quite oppressed by the thing.
So I read 100Ghosts in wide-han, the one about the hotel ski resort in Ibarakai and Things rolling down the mountain, and then went to bed with the mad winds outside sounding, truly, like thunder and iron wheels on pavement, and the thought of the neighbour's tree crashing down on my house. An uncomfortable night to start, but luckily reading Japanese always makes me sleepy and I slept.
( But small happinesses )
So I read 100Ghosts in wide-han, the one about the hotel ski resort in Ibarakai and Things rolling down the mountain, and then went to bed with the mad winds outside sounding, truly, like thunder and iron wheels on pavement, and the thought of the neighbour's tree crashing down on my house. An uncomfortable night to start, but luckily reading Japanese always makes me sleepy and I slept.
( But small happinesses )