Unfortunately finished reading the last book of Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey-Maturin series - very sad. For the past few months I've been able to spend a little part of every day in another world and I miss it. It would be good to say something about the joy that great literature brings here but I don't have the skill to do it. I realise that it must be a very difficult thing to be a literary critic or commentator; to find words to describe something that, in it's perfect form is indescribable. By its very nature, the best books bring us something that is utterly new, and therefore impossible to describe by simile or analogy. Anyway, these ones go on my list of treasures along with the books of Antoine de Saint Exupery, P.J. O'Rourke and..hmm..this going to require more thought than I'm capable of near bedtime.
Toodooloo (isn't that a long lost word well worth reviving) ?
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