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Okay, I’m doing it again: turning a response to someone else’s post into my own post. Lazy, lazy!
On Freshly Pressed I came across TDYLF and the post “To Pee or Not to Pee”.
Yes, so you could just read the post and look for my comment, but then I’d have to think of something else to write. So just read his post, and read my response here. I had fun doing it.
And note to self: must make a flowchart of something. That’s a pretty neat idea. Thanks, TDYLF for all the inspiration! Continue reading
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Tagged A Midsummer Night's Dream, bioscoop, Creative writing, English literature, gedichten, Hamlet, Johnny Depp, movie theaters, movies, pauze, poems, potty breaks, Pyramus and Thisbe, restrooms, Shakespeare
Since I’ve been blogging about Victor Hugo’s stories, let me jump over to England and Charles Dickens.
This winter break I had the bad luck to get the flu. For days I could barely get out of bed. But every cloud has a silver lining, and this cloud’s lining was that I got to read Martin Chuzzlewit in a few days. Continue reading
Posted in Books, Education, History, Society, Travel, US Politics
Tagged 19e eeuw, 19th century, America, American, Amerika, Amerikaans, books, Charles Dickens, Engelse literatuur, English literature, maatschappij, Martin Chuzzlewit, Opinion, society
One of my blogging friends–Fork in My Eye, go visit her–wrote a post about first lines of her favorite books and invited others to do the same. So here’s mine. My favorite books in English, that is. Some of them. And literature. I’ll do another list with books from other languages, and also one from popular fiction. I’m not going to tell you which books the lines–and one paragraph, you’ll see why–are from. Some are obvious because a name gives it away. Let me know which ones you recognize. No looking them up, though. That would be cheating. Continue reading
Notes From a University Student 9
I started taking two courses for a master’s degree in English last month, but I’ve already dropped the Bible as Literature class.
First of all it turned out that my baby boy will only let me do one course a semester, and second of all it was boring as all get-out. Not at any higher level than the average undergrad class that I took. More infantile tests, and everything we had to read at home was discussed again in class.