What Book Are YOU?

You're Love in the Time of Cholera!

by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff could get you killed.

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Posted by: expat@large on Jan 14, 06 | 10:38 pm | Profile


Another book I haven't finished.

Posted by: Tom on Jan 15, 06 | 4:50 am

Confession time - I skipped through large sections of the lying-in hospital - Oxen of the Sun - chapter of Ulysses... OK that would be the whole bit.

Much of the rest I enjoyed. On an intellectual level. I think.

Posted by: expat@large on Jan 15, 06 | 1:15 pm

hm, but you're not as sappy as florentino. so what does that make you then - just whory and old? (i'm kidding! don't hurt me...)

in any case i'm cold and heartless, susan d. moeller's compassion fatigue. bah.

Posted by: TheScrewySkeptic on Jan 16, 06 | 4:47 am

Yep. That about sums it up for me... I like to think of myself as non-sappy. But I could be wrong.

Don't ask for compassion from here either: I'm wading through some Schopenhauer now... No, that's no true. Arthur says: as you need for yourself, thus do you owe to others. Or something.

Posted by: expat@large on Jan 16, 06 | 6:10 pm


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