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“The head was mine, but not to use, not to think with; only to remember and not too much remember”

“Certain numbers were the same way and certain dates and these with the names of the places were all you could say and have them mean anything. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates. ”

"Even the apostle were tentmakers," she'd say. "They had to live, just the way we do."

I wondered why i should go the the whole way doing what i shouldn't and this made me even sadder and more tired

...i wondered why i couldn't go the whole way doing what i should any mote. This made me sad and tired. Then i wondered why i couldnt go the whole way doing what i shouldnt, the way doreen did, and that made me even sadder and more tired

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

Girls like that make me sick. I'm so jealous I can't speak.

In society, we need virtue to be more pliable. If we are too wise, we may be equally to blame.

A small inarticulate cry came from his lips; he felt that he had no weight in the whiteness, and for a moment, he did not know whether he remained upright or whether he had gone down into the snow

"The land looked calm and undis-turbed; he wondered idly at the half-submerged fear he had had of it during their crossing. Now that they were over it, it had the appearance of a friend known for a long while-it offered him a sense of security, a sense of comfort, and a knowledge that he could return to it and have that security and comfort whenever he wished."

He felt a leanness and a hardness creep upon his body; he thought at times that he was moving into a new body, or into a real body that had lain hidden beneath layers of unreal softness and whiteness and smoothness.

It was a freedom and a goodness, a hope and a vigor that he perceived to underlie all the familiar things of his life, which were not free or good or hopeful or vigorous. What he sought was the source and preserver of his world, a world which seemed to tum ever in fear away from its source, rather than search it out...]

It's like pulling teeth getting through this jk i get immediately bored though

I'm really not liking this. Kind of bland and all over the place. It really is just stories from around the event so far. It's some kind of diary but it does paint a picture of the life that continued around a period of revolution

A bit aimless, empty

"Meditation doesn't need results: meditation can be an end in itself. I meditate wordlessly and upon the nothing. What trips of my life is writing."

From Clarice's dedication

So far so good

Interestinf....

Now we're talking. Still a bit plain but the turmoil is back and better :P

Getting slightly less delightful and maybe too predictable. It's losing the bourgeois touch that I admired from Part I but hopefully he brings back this commentary

Remembering the first few pages that had a different narrator. I like how they started by describing Charles as a boy

The formless chasm