Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
I have been really inefficient this month. I haven't gotten hardly anything done that I intended to do; but I am finally coming out of my vacational lethargy to check some things of the long-awaited "to do" list. For example, I'm going through a big stack of stuffs that I've been reshuffling for over two years, meaning to "get to it" in that long time. So I'm dealing with the pile; I'm recycling things, sending letters, filing and sifting. It's satisfying. In my checking off of the list, I came across a folder full of half-written letters to my best friend, Elizabeth. Among the things I've been meaning to send to her is a little bookmark from Oprah magazine (that she probably already has, but I still want to give it to her). The quote on it is such a lovely thought, I wanted to share it here:
"I...always imagined Paradise to be a sort of library." - Jorge Luis Borges
Is there any felicity in the world superior to a library? I believe not. (And Elizabeth: there's a preview of all the stuff now on its way!)
9 years ago
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Woo! Looking forward to it. I think that bookmark is from my Oprah magazine hiatus, so bring it on.
I think, however, that walking on the moors in the rain might be a superior felicity. Just saying.
yeah, walking on the moors in the rain is pretty awesome...even when one turns one's ankle out in passionate confusion and must be spirited home by a dashing young Willoughby. just saying.
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