I've seen the movie, now I've read the book, and am resolved to read it again soon.
Jane Austen's
Pride and Prejudice raises some very interesting points on how civilities often stifle individuality, and how they usually breed pride and prejudice. All of this comes, of course, at a very opportune time in my life when the fine lines are drawn, blurred, erased, and re-drawn, between appearances and principles, honor and character, pride and dignity. I laughed and cried through the whole experience.
I could write a whole thesis on the book, but I don't have the time. Neither will I give it time. What I choose to give time to, instead, is reading. I so miss the exercise. Keeps the mind sharp.
Next on the agenda: Dan Brown's
Angels & Demons, one of the books I've long been putting off.
The Chronicler's Creed
Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.
LA POESÍA
Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.
And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda
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