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Nov 24, 2005 23:51

Sitting around re-reading One Hundred Years of Solitude inflicts a sad nostalgia on me without fail. Every hundred pages of solitude makes me worry that my life is passing by, and I'm missing those delicious bits. Everything we've done in that class makes me feel that school isn't so important. Not only this book does it, all that Transcendentalist ( Read more... )

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boreasisablaze November 28 2005, 00:55:53 UTC
Yeah, Amazon was saying it was a tad boring. It sounds funny I think. The greatest connsieur of prostitutes ever, finally falls in love on his 90th (?, I think so) birthday with a 14 year old prostitute.

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bazookajoe7 November 25 2005, 19:26:52 UTC
hey. that pretty much sums up how i feel about marquez and emerson. nicely said.

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