Champagne and Debauchery

I wonder how many poems, by what number of poets, novels and short stories, by what infinite amount of authors, have been debauched in the name of education over the years. It is not that people do not understand the words they are reading - for the most part, at least - but that they have no idea what emotions the poem they are proclaiming projects. They stumble into the rhythm of it, but do not think twice about it. When they read, they do so without passion, without connecting with it, and words, sentences, that should have sent uncontrollable shivers running down my spine, do not.

No, I am not asking for them to be actors, simply to have some idea of what they are reading.


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We did "Sandvika Storsenter" today, and my feet are very, very upset with me, but it was just what I needed. Besides endless window shopping - which is always very enjoyable in the right company -, I got a beautiful brown négligée from "Lise Charmel", for 250, that had earlier been 1150. Squee! Did I mention the company? It was mother and my aunt, always great fun. We had lunch, talked, shopped, and, most probably, entertained half the other customers along the way. Oh, we also stuffed our own bear in an incredibly sweet shop, it is to be a Christmas present for my youngest cousin, Nora. I wish I had more money to spend, there were so many delights I wanted. And we made plans for shopping and champage in Bogstadveien - do you want to tag along when we do, Krisse, Darling? And for champage, good food and movies sometime.

We also invented a new term: There are sitting shoes and now champagne jackets. Men have smoking jackets, and we have champagne ones. Worn, of course, for nights spent drinking champagne and doing nothing.

Champagne and Debauchery

I wonder how many poems, by what number of poets, novels and short stories, by what infinite amount of authors, have been debauched in the name of education over the years. It is not that people do not understand the words they are reading - for the most part, at least - but that they have no idea what emotions the poem they are proclaiming projects. They stumble into the rhythm of it, but do not think twice about it. When they read, they do so without passion, without connecting with it, and words, sentences, that should have sent uncontrollable shivers running down my spine, do not.

No, I am not asking for them to be actors, simply to have some idea of what they are reading.


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We did "Sandvika Storsenter" today, and my feet are very, very upset with me, but it was just what I needed. Besides endless window shopping - which is always very enjoyable in the right company -, I got a beautiful brown négligée from "Lise Charmel", for 250, that had earlier been 1150. Squee! Did I mention the company? It was mother and my aunt, always great fun. We had lunch, talked, shopped, and, most probably, entertained half the other customers along the way. Oh, we also stuffed our own bear in an incredibly sweet shop, it is to be a Christmas present for my youngest cousin, Nora. I wish I had more money to spend, there were so many delights I wanted. And we made plans for shopping and champage in Bogstadveien - do you want to tag along when we do, Krisse, Darling? And for champage, good food and movies sometime.

We also invented a new term: There are sitting shoes and now champagne jackets. Men have smoking jackets, and we have champagne ones. Worn, of course, for nights spent drinking champagne and doing nothing.