Journal created:
on 29 December 2003 (#1727699)
Updated:
on 17 August 2014
Name:
sleepingcbw
Birthdate:
11 February 1984
Location:
Garden City, Georgia, United States
When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again.
That's my Middle West--not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that, a little solemn with the feel of those long winters, a little complacent from growing up in the Carraway house in a city where dwellings are still called through decades by a family's name. I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all--Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.
--F. Scott Fitzgerald
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He started handling my exam paper like it was a turd or something. "We studied the Egyptians from November 4th to December 2nd," he said. "You chose to write about them for the optional essay question. Would you care to hear what you had to say?"
"No sir, not very much," I said.
He read it anyway, though. You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
--J. D. Salinger
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On the other hand, he was disturbed by his habit of answering questions when he was asleep. He engaged in conversations on any subject with none of his waking inhibitions, he revealed goals and frustrations he doubtless would have kept to himself had he been awake, and on one occasion he was accused, without any basis in fact, of betraying a military secret in his sleep. On the last night of the voyage, while José Palacios watched beside the General's hammock, he heard Carreño speaking in the bow of the barge:
"Seven thousand eight hundred eighty-two."
"What are we talking about?" José Palacios asked him.
"The stars," said Carreño.
--Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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O Lord, in Thee have I trusted. Let me never be confounded.
That's my Middle West--not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that, a little solemn with the feel of those long winters, a little complacent from growing up in the Carraway house in a city where dwellings are still called through decades by a family's name. I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all--Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.
--F. Scott Fitzgerald
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He started handling my exam paper like it was a turd or something. "We studied the Egyptians from November 4th to December 2nd," he said. "You chose to write about them for the optional essay question. Would you care to hear what you had to say?"
"No sir, not very much," I said.
He read it anyway, though. You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
--J. D. Salinger
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On the other hand, he was disturbed by his habit of answering questions when he was asleep. He engaged in conversations on any subject with none of his waking inhibitions, he revealed goals and frustrations he doubtless would have kept to himself had he been awake, and on one occasion he was accused, without any basis in fact, of betraying a military secret in his sleep. On the last night of the voyage, while José Palacios watched beside the General's hammock, he heard Carreño speaking in the bow of the barge:
"Seven thousand eight hundred eighty-two."
"What are we talking about?" José Palacios asked him.
"The stars," said Carreño.
--Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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O Lord, in Thee have I trusted. Let me never be confounded.
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