MadMax wrote:What do you read?
Usually some words.
Actually, atm I am reading nothing at all. Not book wise. I just read a couple, Ben Elton being the most recent author.
I loved the Melanie Rawn Sunrunner books also. I could not put them down once I started reading them.
I think my most treasured books are the ones I have of Oscar Wilde's works. I know he only wrote one proper book but dammit, he wrote many other great works. I can open any one of the books of his collected works I have and read. And I know certain parts of his works verbatim. I can recite passages, poems and quotes. I think I love De Profundis more than anything. And the earlier versions before they were edited back a while. In fact, while I am here, I am going to type my most loved read paragraph or two out for you
'But while there were times when I rejoiced in the idea that my sufferings were to be endless, I could not bear them to be without meaning. Now I find hidden away in my nature something that tells me that nothing in the whole world is meaningless, and suffering least of all. That something hidden away in my nature, like a treasure in a field is Humility.
It is the last thing left in me, and the best: the ultimate discovery at which I have arrived: the starting-point for a fresh development. It has come to me right out of myself, so I know that it has come at the proper time. It could not have come before, nor later. Had anyone told me of it, I would of rejected it. Had it been brought to me, I would of refused it. As I found it, I want to keep it. I must do so. It is the one thing that has in it the elements of life, of a new life, a Vita Nuova
for me. Of all things it is the strangest. One cannot give it away, and another may not give it to one. One cannot acquire it, except by surrendering everything that one has. It is only when one has lost all things, that one knows that one possesses it.
Now that I realise that it is in me, I see quite clearly what I have got to do, what, in fact, I must do. And when I use such a phrase as that, I need not tell you that I am not alluding to any external saction or command. I admit none. I am far more of an indivualist that I ever was. Nothing seems to me of the smallest value except what one gets out of oneself. My nature is seeking a fresh mode of self-realisation. That is all I am concerned with. And the first thing that I have got to do is free myself from any possible bitterness of feeling against you.'