Luminoire wrote:again and again...
and again again:
Wuthering heights, Emily Bronte
You might enjoy The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.
C-
Luminoire wrote:again and again...
and again again:
Wuthering heights, Emily Bronte
Luminoire wrote:-> MWatson-CHolmes
(By some strange reason I could not quote your post)
I am sure I would enjoy that!
Thank you for the recommendation.
But back in response to your previous posting I would like to add that I also enjoy the literature of Kafka a lot.
Metamorphosis was a book which I read many times (alongside all (!) of Hermann Hesse and Thomas Mann) and it brought a completely new horizon to me and my ways of perception and expectations of "my" sort of life perception.
I enjoyed reading all the german classical authors. Theodor Fontanes "Effi Briest" is also one of my favs, not to mention Thomas Manns "Buddenbrooks" and so many more.
But Hermann Hesse is the one I adore most.
Apart from the german authors I love the victorian english authors.
Cai, when I read your lines I felt very connected to you.MWatson-CHolmes wrote:Luminoire wrote:-> MWatson-CHolmes
(By some strange reason I could not quote your post)
I am sure I would enjoy that!
Thank you for the recommendation.
But back in response to your previous posting I would like to add that I also enjoy the literature of Kafka a lot.
Metamorphosis was a book which I read many times (alongside all (!) of Hermann Hesse and Thomas Mann) and it brought a completely new horizon to me and my ways of perception and expectations of "my" sort of life perception.
I enjoyed reading all the german classical authors. Theodor Fontanes "Effi Briest" is also one of my favs, not to mention Thomas Manns "Buddenbrooks" and so many more.
But Hermann Hesse is the one I adore most.
Apart from the german authors I love the victorian english authors.
Year ago, Elain, a ballet dancer & I were living together in a beat-up 3story (one room perstory) house on the Philadelphia Waterfront, and I was depressed because I had failed at getting a job as a gsrbage scow captain, and was walking around the house muttering and chain smoking Kools.
Elain came back from practice one afternoon and handed me 2 paperbacks, saying:
"i remember when you told me that your deceased grandmother Christine, had tols you about her "friend" whose last name was Stepniak, who had escaped from RUssia, for a murder he had not commited, and was known as the "Steppenwolf" back around 1911 or something and your idea that knowledge is a conscious force, well here are 2 books I read a few years back, and I bought them for you, honey..."
ANd I devoured them, realizing minute by minute my whole life was changing forever, because of these, even after just "whisking" through these books and with tears of joy , we went to bed, Elaine, Haller, and Magister Ludi had changed my life forever. We lay in bed sharing body heat, watching the snow dance down to ship deck and the Delaware River. And for the first time in over a month, I felt joy, as I had counted on the captainacy, as I was told I would have , early on. But the books that Elaine gave and te mind of Hess, healed me of dispair, and changed every single part of my mind and life. Elaine's own unique wisdom had smiled on me. Her own wisdom had already smiled on her.
Cai-
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