Today I found out that I can do anything that I put my mind to, just about anything. I also discovered that there is so much that I don't actually know. I am a person who wants to test the boundaries of his own imagination and yet he doesn't have a clue to what those boundaries actually are.
My life has been a series of ups and downs, but at the same time I've simply stood by and let myself be taken on the roller coaster ride. I also find that I've enjoyed the ride.
Some new books hav efound their way onto my shelf -
- Sylvia Plath's "The Bell Jar"
- Kalpana Swaminathan's "The Monchrome Madonna"
- W B Yeats' " Collected Poems"
Yeah, Orna Ross' " A Dance in Time" left me with this yearning to read Yeats. More like a burning desire so to speak.
That happened to me once before. When I read through Michael Cunnigham's " The Hours " at breakneck speed and then didn't rest untill I bought myself an overpriced copy of Virginia Woolf's "Mrs. Dalloway"
Weird but then that's way I've been I guess.
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