With central heating on at Fisher,
I'm in a charitable mood to write at this very instant.
Throughout my years at university,
I've been plagued by textbooks that are not particularly delectable,
partly because to enjoy such, means lugging around my calculator, papers, and pens,
which in most instances is considered cumbersome for a minimalist of my sort.
In turn, my affinity towards non-scientific books grew.
The more I accumulate the more I detect the pattern among my selection of books.
Eloquence & satire seems to be the main themes and pre-requisites.
Thus far, my liking has mainly been confined to Oscar Wilde, Lord Byron, and Christopher Hitchens. Although Hitchens' political views may not always be agreeable, his diction is the only contemporary kind that I am most inclined to emulate. Profundity of knowledge as well as lucidity are also admirable traits of his.
Poems, from my personal experience, are not dis-likable but they are not particularly enjoyable either (yet), so Lord Byron, before I stumbled upon a compilation of his correspondence with his close associates, has been a pretty forlorn figure in my life. To my amusement, his quaint humour resonates particularly well with me, and very digestible. With very little rigour as one might find with letters these days. I highly commend R.G. Howarth's anthology of Byron.
Wilde has a respectable command of the demonic side of human nature, and aptly accurate at portraying it. So acute that I'm often awestruck.
More often than not, their traits are interchangeable.
As a non-literati, I have very little time to expend on reading their works,
nonetheless, I do endeavour to read as much as earthling possible.
I'm only young.
But I do strive to do my best.
I'll write better next time.
Yours affectionately,
Miss Ginger Tea
I'm in a charitable mood to write at this very instant.
Throughout my years at university,
I've been plagued by textbooks that are not particularly delectable,
partly because to enjoy such, means lugging around my calculator, papers, and pens,
which in most instances is considered cumbersome for a minimalist of my sort.
In turn, my affinity towards non-scientific books grew.
The more I accumulate the more I detect the pattern among my selection of books.
Eloquence & satire seems to be the main themes and pre-requisites.
Thus far, my liking has mainly been confined to Oscar Wilde, Lord Byron, and Christopher Hitchens. Although Hitchens' political views may not always be agreeable, his diction is the only contemporary kind that I am most inclined to emulate. Profundity of knowledge as well as lucidity are also admirable traits of his.
Poems, from my personal experience, are not dis-likable but they are not particularly enjoyable either (yet), so Lord Byron, before I stumbled upon a compilation of his correspondence with his close associates, has been a pretty forlorn figure in my life. To my amusement, his quaint humour resonates particularly well with me, and very digestible. With very little rigour as one might find with letters these days. I highly commend R.G. Howarth's anthology of Byron.
Wilde has a respectable command of the demonic side of human nature, and aptly accurate at portraying it. So acute that I'm often awestruck.
More often than not, their traits are interchangeable.
As a non-literati, I have very little time to expend on reading their works,
nonetheless, I do endeavour to read as much as earthling possible.
I'm only young.
But I do strive to do my best.
I'll write better next time.
OR perhaps
“I am not young enough to know everything.” ― Oscar Wilde
Yours affectionately,
Miss Ginger Tea
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