what's the point in all this screaming...
ladies and gentlemen, THIS is what I have been devoting my time, soul, and life to the past week. I introduce you to E.M Forster:
"you appreciate us all- see good in all of us. And all the time you are dead- dead- dead. You are so splendid that I can't bear to see you wasted. I can't bear..."
"don't worry over me. Some people are born not to do things. I'm one of them. I never expect anything to happen now, and so I am never disappointed. You would be surprised to know what my great events are. Going to the theatre yesterday, talking to you now- I don't suppose I shall ever meet anything greater. I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it- and I'm sure I can't tell you whether the fate's good or evil. I don't die- I don't fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they do it when I'm just not there. You are quite right; life to me is just a spectacle, which- thank God, and thank Italy, and thank you- is now more beautiful and heartening than it has ever been before."
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"society is invincible- to a certain degree. But your real life is your own, and nothing can touch it. There is no power on earth that can prevent your criticizing and despising mediocrity- nothing can stop you from retreating into splendour and beauty- into the thoughts and beliefs that make the real life- the real you."
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one of the best moments of my weekend was spent reading that passage.
I've found that with every passing day I am caring less and less about school. I just need to scrape whatever remaining willpower I've got and make it until the beginning of May, and then it will all be over with.
I sat down to write this entry thinking that I had something really important to say...and now I can't remember it. Or I never had it in the first place...everything slips so easily through my fingers.
Isn't that how it always goes?
"you appreciate us all- see good in all of us. And all the time you are dead- dead- dead. You are so splendid that I can't bear to see you wasted. I can't bear..."
"don't worry over me. Some people are born not to do things. I'm one of them. I never expect anything to happen now, and so I am never disappointed. You would be surprised to know what my great events are. Going to the theatre yesterday, talking to you now- I don't suppose I shall ever meet anything greater. I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it- and I'm sure I can't tell you whether the fate's good or evil. I don't die- I don't fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they do it when I'm just not there. You are quite right; life to me is just a spectacle, which- thank God, and thank Italy, and thank you- is now more beautiful and heartening than it has ever been before."
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"society is invincible- to a certain degree. But your real life is your own, and nothing can touch it. There is no power on earth that can prevent your criticizing and despising mediocrity- nothing can stop you from retreating into splendour and beauty- into the thoughts and beliefs that make the real life- the real you."
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one of the best moments of my weekend was spent reading that passage.
I've found that with every passing day I am caring less and less about school. I just need to scrape whatever remaining willpower I've got and make it until the beginning of May, and then it will all be over with.
I sat down to write this entry thinking that I had something really important to say...and now I can't remember it. Or I never had it in the first place...everything slips so easily through my fingers.
Isn't that how it always goes?