OK, I’ll admit it.The fancy titling is just as a mask for the fact that I haven’t done any ‘real’ painting in ages and am giving you this cheap replacement.Not-so-cheap, actually..Just working with colour and line is harder than it seems. I assure you my bin had a fair few occupants before I came up with these..
Apart from that, I am doing research on religions that have strong objections to school.And by ‘strong objections’, I mean a minimum penalty of execution if caught attending school.Needless to say, so far my search has been fruitless.
Some instinct tells me you really don’t want to hear about these ongoing exams. (Yes, I am well-known for interpreting these tugs of the gut .For instance, yours says *rumbling* Get BWC some dark chocolate! Also: Assist in her research and thou shalt be rewarded.For the Word of the Gut is good.*)So, let’s keep it short : I love English.And Math.When it comes to the rest, I indulge alternately in prayer and wishful thinking– it is time better spent!
This being the state of things, currently, the only thing that may be said in defence of Life is that it includes Wodehouse.I’ve just read Cocktail Time and A Prefect’s Uncle (one of his earliest works). And? I maintain : All hail Him! As witness, I offer:
” Nannie Bruce, a tall, gangling light-heavyweight with a suggestion in her appearance of a private in the Grenadiers dressed up to play the title role in Charley’s Aunt, was one of those doggedly faithful retainers who adhere to almost all old families like barnacles to the hulls of ships…She was as much a fixture as the stone lions or the funny smell in the attic.”
“He had that self-reproachful feeling of having been remiss which comes to Generals who wake up one morning to discover that they have carelessly allowed themselves to be outflanked.
“It has been well said that an author who expects results from a first novel is in a position similar to that of a man who drops a rose petal down the Grand Canyon of Arizona and listens for the echo.”
.. to quote a few.Man’s a genius.I don’t think I’ll ever tire of reading the stuff.
Anyway, more later.If my brain cells don’t dry up or move out (“I’m going to mother’s!”) under the torture, i.e ..*Hopeful* Do you think that could happen?!
*The author has freely translated these distant rumblings which are, therefore, apt to change without prior warning.Also: They could just be a tad off the real message.