Dinner with the Cripple

[nirinia]

Managed to get out of the house today, with Line the Cripple (blisters, again, poor thing), to stuff our faces and exchange war stories. For one reason or another, we got oogled at a lot more than usual, and I can't figure what people found so peculiar about us today. I got came close to losing an ear-ring but got "Panik Manifesto" and a new Nabokov book instead. I love that man, he is a marvel; he masters the art of story-telling to a fault (google "shamanstvo"), and never fails to baffle his readers with the opening lines. Or semi-colons.

Tomorrow I plan on curing my bad consciousness by basking in reading-list frustrations, and then embarking upon Nabokov's "Laughter in the Dark". I half-hope Vigdis does not answer my SMS, and half hope she does - I need her help.

And I need a new LJ-layout, this one bores me.

Comments

[nirinia.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Savouring is an art, and I trust you're aware of it.

Don't tell me you weren't aware of our incredible collective charisma? Everyone lives just to be us. What would the world be for arrogance?

I'll give you a week, tops, of contentment. Or perhaps two, but then you're being irrational. Not a bad idea, that. The one I'm reading - will be reading shortly, to be spesific - is allegedly something of the same, story-wise. Comparison is always a great idea, particularly for showcasing your great literacy.