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The Confessions of Catherine de Medici by C.W.Gortner

This book is brilliant so far!

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“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
— C.S. Lewis

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Random Quilled Rose

Quilling is interesting! I love how everything looks so much more whimsical because of the swirlys and I’ve discovered that paper glued down on its side is surprisingly stable. I shall try something more ambitious when I get back home (I’m on vacation at the moment!).

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Well, that’s all for now. I shall post more when I return.

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First: We are all still alive. Lucid and I just got done with (technically; we still have English and Environmental Science papers) a string of exams that, well, weren’t so great when they happened, so we won’t be reliving them. And Fuzzy’s tests begin this Monday. Joy.

Anyway, this is a book that I loved when I first read it, aged twelve.  I just read it over and I’ve no idea why I haven’t read it more because it = 100% genius.

Call of The Wild ( by Jack London) is the story of a Scots Shepherd/Saint Bernard named Buck.  At the start of the novel, Buck is a pet dog, living the good life with a kind master. However things change as he is um, dog-napped and sold by the gardener to pay off a debt. From here on he is expected to be part of a team of sled dogs, adapting to the harsh winter and understanding the more primal ways of his companions. But Buck learns fast and, in fact, ousts the head of the pack after gaining their respect through his formerly stifled natural instincts for leadership. Eventually, he is sold again– this time to a family who know near-nothing about sledding and whose foolhardiness would have killed them several times over had it not been for Buck. In the course of their journey, they meet a certain John Thorton who notices their ineptitude and warns them from traveling  further throught the thin ice. They ignore his warnings, but Buck, who also recognizes the potential danger refuses to draw them ahead. Thorton, recognizing him for the extraordinary animal that he is, cuts him free and takes him from the family. John is a good master and Buck soon grows to worship him. On the other hand, the wilderness tugs on his more primeval nature in the form of an alluring, unfettered pack of wolves. He follows them and disappears for several days. On his return to visit his beloved master, he finds that he has been killed by Native Americans. In a wild fury, Buck hunts them down and kills them all to avenge his master and returns every so often to the site of his death.

The story captures beautifully the two strong contrasting tendencies of a domesticated creature such as Buck is– the unconditional adoration and loyalty to a good master that earns dogs the rank of Man’s Best Friend and  their more aggressive, impassioned response to the call of the wild.

If that wasn’t convincing enough, I shall let Jack London’s words do the talking:

All that stirring of old instincts which at stated periods drives men out from the sounding cities to forest and plain to kill things by chemically propelled leaden bullets, the blood lust, the joy to kill — all this was Buck’s, only it was infinitely more intimate. He was ranging at the head of the pack, running the wild thing down, the living meat, to kill with how own teeth and wash his muzzle to the eyes in warm blood... It filled him with a great unrest and strange desires. It caused him to feel a vague, sweet gladness, and he was aware of wild yearnings and stirrings for he knew not what.


There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life and beyond which life cannot rise.. and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry.. He was sounding the deeps of his nature.

When the long winter nights come on and the wolves follow their meat into the lower valleys, he may be seen running at the head of the pack through the pale moonlight or glimmering borealis, leaping gigantic above his fellows, his great throat a-bellow as he sings a song of the younger world, which is the song of the pack.

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And…She’s still alive!

*deafening silence of no one caring*

Ahem. Moving On. So, due to the crappiness that is college, I don’t read as much as I used to, and even if I do read, I rarely manage to finish things. I did recently finish one book though.

The Age Of Innocence is a really, really well- written novel about New York society in the 1870s. I love the fact that the author was there, experiencing some of these things and seeing them first hand. It makes all the social commentary so much more believable.

The narrator is Newland Archer, a young man who has lived in the New York high society all his life and is well-acquainted with its customs,rules and traditions and loves them dearly. He loves his city and his society. The book opens with the announcement of his engagement to May Welland, a ‘proper’ young woman, who has been raised to play any role that is required of her, the blushing bride, the innocent girl, the doting wife. The announcement is hastened by the arrival of Ellen Olenska or Countess Olenska and her scandalous past. She makes Newland question his society and the way it works. After meeting her, he sees the shallowness and hypocrisy that prevails in it. The things that contented him and the things that he considered accomplishments, such as his engagement, seem to mean less than they used to and he begins to fear the fact that he may have to play a certain role and be stuck in a rut of conventionality (?) for all his life.

The author sketches interesting characters, all of which have personalities that are three-dimensional, even the supporting characters.

Some of my favorite quotes;

“‘Women ought to be free – as free as we are,’ he declared, making a discovery of which he was too irritated to measure the terrific consequences.”
– Book 1, Chapter 5, The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton

“In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs; as when Mrs Welland, who knew exactly why Archer had pressed her to announced her daughter’s engagement at the Beaufort ball (and had indeed expected him to do no less), yet felt obliged to simulate reluctance, and the air of having her hand forced, quite as, in the books on Primitive Man that people of advanced culture were beginning to read, the savage bride is dragged with shrieks from her parents’ tent.”
– Book One, Chapter 6, The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton

“It would presently be his task to take the bandage from this young woman’s eyes, and bid her look forth on the world. But how many generations of the women who had gone to her making had descended bandaged to the family vault? He shivered a little, remembering some of the new ideas in his scientific books, and the much-cited instance of the Kentucky cave-fish, which had ceased to develop eyes because they had no use for them. What if, when he had bidden May Welland to open hers, they could only look out blankly at blankness?”
– Book One, Chapter 10, The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton

“His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.”
– Book 1, Chapter 22, The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton

“She had spent her poetry and romance on their short courting: the function was exhausted because the need was past. Now she was simply ripening into a copy of her mother, and mysteriously, by the very process, trying to turn him into a Mr. Welland.” Chapter 30

“There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free; and he had long since discovered that May’s only use of the liberty she supposed herself to possess would be to lay it on the altar of her wifely adoration.” Chapter 20

“In the rotation of crops there was a recognised season for wild oats; but they were not to be sown more than once.”
– Book 2, Chapter 31, The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton

“There were certain things that had to be done, and if done at all, done handsomely and thoroughly; and one of these in the old New York code, was the tribal rally around a kinswoman about to be eliminated from the tribe.”
– Book 2, Chapter 33, The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton

Believe it or not, some of the things that happen in Newland’s society still happen today in India. I didn’t think they did,not in the cities anyway, but people at college have made me think otherwise. But, that’s another post. Anyway, this book is a must read!

In other related news, I’m reading Wideacre by Phillipa Gregory at the moment and the book is slightly disturbing, to say the least, but I can’t seem to put it down! Lets see how far I can make it before my hatred of the protagonist makes me chuck the book across the room or something.

That’s all I guess. Later my people.

PS: Only 5 days till the blog’s 2nd Birthday! Yay!

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ICONATOR_d7c5aa76368eaba6e98d72f4a5db32a6I’m going to take Adzzie‘s idea and post some older sketches that I’ve done but never posted.

Kai

This is Kai from Beyblade. Yup, I watched a show about spinning tops. And loved it. Extremely. So did Adzzie and our brothers. I remember how we would discuss every episode as soon as it was done. And the final episode, Ohmigod, We actually scremed and yelled into the telephone! We always wavered between Tyson and Kai as our favorite characters.

This is very old and his smile is strangely lopsided.


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This one is of Sanosuke from Rurouni Kenshin, except its like a teenage version of sorts. I watched and read Kenshin too. The manga was really, really good! I loved the drawing style.

And that’s all for your daily dose of me! Keeping with tradition, here’s a quote;


I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them.
Jane Austen

Love, Love, Love her! Later all!

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iconator_81974403b92ca32b5a67efe2d6bd16abSo. I went looking for inspiration for a post and googled “What should I blog about”( I did. I really,really did.). I came across this article (which I loved) whose advice I decided to take.

Reading quotes is one of the ways I prefer to pass the incredibly large amounts of free time I now have. I’m going to combine two of the “Things to blog about” and make a list of a bunch of random quotes and see if they inspire me to write anything interesting at all.

Here goes;

History, real solemn history, I cannot be interested in. . . .The quarrels of popes and kings, with wars and pestilences in every page; the men all so good for nothing, and hardly any women at all.

-Jane Austen

This one made me laugh and shake my head in agreement. It doesn’t mean I hate reading anything historical. On the contrary, historical fiction is one of my favorite genres with regards to books or movies. I am, although, inclined to reading about great women in history as opposed to men. On this point I agree with her, all the men (atleast the ones I’ve read about) seem to want all the pleasures of power with none of the responsibilities! Maybe I am being unjust in my quick judgment but it is what I have percieved about them. The women, on the other hand, were amazing. Queen Elizabeth I, Juana Of Castille, Anne Boleyn, Catherine Of Aragon. All brilliant, independent and ambitious women. You might disagree with me about Anne Boleyn but I still loved her.

I know that’s probably not her point but well..Its mine!

So basically, I love this quote and it reminds me of another. Much to BWC and Fuzzy’s chagrin I am going to quote Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl;

Anne Boleyn thought only with her heart and she got her head chopped off. So her daughter Elizabeth made a vow never to marry a man. She married her country.

-Blair Waldorf

Whatever you may say, I like her! She’s intelligent,funny and I enjoy watching her.

Moving on to our next quote:

Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page.
They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day.
Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then.
Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen.

-Edgar Allan Poe

I have nothing to say about this one except that its brilliant and I love it.

Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a book.


-Anonymous

Makes you smile doesn’t it? Its like a secret only those of us who read share. This reminds of something. When I was little, I always wondered who this Anonymous was who wrote such brilliant things. Every book or website I went to had its largest portion consisting of contributions by this man named Anonymous. It took me some time to learn what it really meant!


Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.

~P.J. O’Rourke

XD Sorry, there no other way for me to express my reaction at this one!

So, there you go. This qualifies as some semblance to a post, right?As I leave,here are some quotes by people born on our birthdays!

Mine first;

Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.

Henry Louis Mencken, born on September 12, 1880,
American humorous journalist and critic of American life who influenced US fiction through the 1920s, 1880-1956

BWC’s next;

All truth is parallel; All truth is untrue.

Rozz Williams,born on November 6, 1963
Singer of Goth band Christian Death, American musician, singer, poet and artist, 1963-1998

Finally, Fuzzy’s;

You can tell whether a man is clever by his answers. You can tell whether a man is wise by his questions.

Naguib Mahfouz,born on December 11, 1911
Egyptian novelist and screenplay writer 1988 Nobel Prize for Literature, b.1911

Until Next Time!

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