Shuffling, quiet river of people avoiding eye contact with one another or chatting into plastic cellphones, frightened room of wooden desks and apprehension, both afraid to be the first to speak, hurry home to your computer or better yet to the bar. Forget the outside as best you can, but smile in the faces of your compatriots in bondage. Ignore
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guess what? i went to the library today, meaning to pick up a hemingway, but all they had was hemingway literary criticism so i got . . . the winter of our discontent! anyway, is it just me or is it steinbeck's cutest? it makes me so happy. it's like, an exercise in cuteness. also, i remembered/rediscovered this line from cannery row: "Doc tips his hat to dogs as he drives by and the dogs look up and smile at him." yes, steinbeck is the best writer ever because his characters are always talking to dogs.
anyway, that's all for livejournal book club. i hope you haven't had to walk too much lately or anything.
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