try, try again
Time seems to pass so slowly.
I wanted to continue blardie Public Law, but wa…damn sianz la. The fella really damn gay. So much so that I wouldn’t even accord him the rudimentary courtesy of writing commentary about his book in proper English.
He is trapped in the unfortunate tyranny of method over subject. He speaks so much about how we’re gonna get to the freakin destination, and only takes us there after dispelling so much irrelevant bullshit, by which time we cant even remember the point he was trying to make. Basket.
And his neologisms are so unnecessary. Ahistorical, apolitical(ok this is accepted in standard usage), achronological, a------sshole!
Hopefully I make some headway during study wit dal on fri and joyce on sun.
So, putting that behind me, I endeavoured to begin Ulysses by Joyce, whom i greatly admire. Unfortunately I was obstructed by this lengthy and bombastic introduction by Declan Kiberd. He rants on and on. Which annoyed me. Again. So I gave up.
But this is interesting. Joyce apparently spent a whole day just deciding the order of these words as he depicted the protagonist’s feelings of “awe and lechery” as he contemplated purchasing women’s underwear
Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely he mutely craved to adore.
Intricate use of language at its finest. So step aside Kiberd and let me read the actual story. But I feel bad not finishing the intro. So ya.
Thus I turned to Spartan, by Valerio Manfredi. This guy uses historical gaps as a platform for his tales. His stories are always interesting amalgamations of objectivity and creativity as he tries to navigate the labyrinth of history, peppering the maze with his embellishments. Two of his retellings actually managed to make me tear. Spartan so far is pretty impressive, especially since its based on the period of the Peloponnesian struggles.
And I recall a quote I learnt for my ancient history exam. The allies promised to “tithe all those who uncompelled submitted” to the barbarians. Anachronistic(duhz) but arty-farty and aesthetic, kinda like the jargon lawyers spew out from their million-dollar mouths.
Which reminds me of another incident.
(the enigmatic) Mr Hartley:
“the Greeks divided the world as being “Hellenes or barbarians”. They were kinda like me. I divide the world as being geniuses or retards, myself and alla y’all are obviously on opposite sides of this great divide”
Ok not that funny on paper. But boy if ud been there. I would like to blog about the times when he really made me look stupid in front of everyone, but I shall spare me the embarrassment.
By the way, whilst I am “a retard stuck in the town of bumfuck”, I would make more moolah than u, who came from “the best university in the world”. And I did the social/cultural question on the TEE paper. So shuvvit.
I do miss the guy.
I think a sense of insecurity is beginning to creep into me. There are so many things I have yet to learn before going to London. Ironing, cooking etc. and my brain…dead. Like..deceased. impossible to revive. arghgh!
I have exhausted it by typing this entry.
Before I leave, I remember. Stretch your imagination guys. Try and picture this.
As Hartley walked over from the left hand side of the classroom to the right while elucidating one of the Delphic oracles’ ridiculously recondite prophecies, he asked us (grim-faced and all, like he was testing us)
“during the last 5 minutes, something significant has happened in this room. Can someone tell me what?”
He actually offered 5 marks in our next test to the one who could guess it.
*drumrolls*
“e density of intelligence in the room has shifted from one corner to e other”
I wanted to continue blardie Public Law, but wa…damn sianz la. The fella really damn gay. So much so that I wouldn’t even accord him the rudimentary courtesy of writing commentary about his book in proper English.
He is trapped in the unfortunate tyranny of method over subject. He speaks so much about how we’re gonna get to the freakin destination, and only takes us there after dispelling so much irrelevant bullshit, by which time we cant even remember the point he was trying to make. Basket.
And his neologisms are so unnecessary. Ahistorical, apolitical(ok this is accepted in standard usage), achronological, a------sshole!
Hopefully I make some headway during study wit dal on fri and joyce on sun.
So, putting that behind me, I endeavoured to begin Ulysses by Joyce, whom i greatly admire. Unfortunately I was obstructed by this lengthy and bombastic introduction by Declan Kiberd. He rants on and on. Which annoyed me. Again. So I gave up.
But this is interesting. Joyce apparently spent a whole day just deciding the order of these words as he depicted the protagonist’s feelings of “awe and lechery” as he contemplated purchasing women’s underwear
Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely he mutely craved to adore.
Intricate use of language at its finest. So step aside Kiberd and let me read the actual story. But I feel bad not finishing the intro. So ya.
Thus I turned to Spartan, by Valerio Manfredi. This guy uses historical gaps as a platform for his tales. His stories are always interesting amalgamations of objectivity and creativity as he tries to navigate the labyrinth of history, peppering the maze with his embellishments. Two of his retellings actually managed to make me tear. Spartan so far is pretty impressive, especially since its based on the period of the Peloponnesian struggles.
And I recall a quote I learnt for my ancient history exam. The allies promised to “tithe all those who uncompelled submitted” to the barbarians. Anachronistic(duhz) but arty-farty and aesthetic, kinda like the jargon lawyers spew out from their million-dollar mouths.
Which reminds me of another incident.
(the enigmatic) Mr Hartley:
“the Greeks divided the world as being “Hellenes or barbarians”. They were kinda like me. I divide the world as being geniuses or retards, myself and alla y’all are obviously on opposite sides of this great divide”
Ok not that funny on paper. But boy if ud been there. I would like to blog about the times when he really made me look stupid in front of everyone, but I shall spare me the embarrassment.
By the way, whilst I am “a retard stuck in the town of bumfuck”, I would make more moolah than u, who came from “the best university in the world”. And I did the social/cultural question on the TEE paper. So shuvvit.
I do miss the guy.
I think a sense of insecurity is beginning to creep into me. There are so many things I have yet to learn before going to London. Ironing, cooking etc. and my brain…dead. Like..deceased. impossible to revive. arghgh!
I have exhausted it by typing this entry.
Before I leave, I remember. Stretch your imagination guys. Try and picture this.
As Hartley walked over from the left hand side of the classroom to the right while elucidating one of the Delphic oracles’ ridiculously recondite prophecies, he asked us (grim-faced and all, like he was testing us)
“during the last 5 minutes, something significant has happened in this room. Can someone tell me what?”
He actually offered 5 marks in our next test to the one who could guess it.
*drumrolls*
“e density of intelligence in the room has shifted from one corner to e other”
2 Comments:
hahaha this is quite funny. btw i wouldn't be surprised if somebody actually left a comment asking you how I managed to write a book called Ulysses
hahaha i wld give e readers of dis blog more credit than tt la dearie hee
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