Jul. 12th, 2013

The Orient

Jul. 12th, 2013 07:29 am
monk111: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
The West knows nothing of the true Oriental. It pictures him as lapped in color and idleness and luxury and gorgeous dreams. But it is all wrong.... It is the austerity of the East that is its beauty and its terror.... They want to live face to face with God without a screen of ritual and images and priestcraft.

-- ??

{Source: Christopher Hitchens, “John Buchan: Spy Thriller’s Father” in Arguably}
monk111: (Bonobo Thinking)
I forgot it's Grocery Day. I guess I should have gotten up earlier, but I can never really begrudge an extra half-hour of sleep.

After having pancakes an Jim's restaurant, it is kind of hard eating these little frozen ones. Though, in truth, I don't suppose there is that great a difference.
monk111: (Flight)
With the sudden appearance of the ghost in Gertrude’s bedroom, the passions are cooled and the fast and furious words are halted from their violent course between mother and son. When Hamlet acclimatizes to the new supernatural circumstance of the Ghost’s presence, he becomes practically joyous, as though he were receiving divine confirmation for his course. Hamlet speaks to the ghost as if to an angel:

Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards!

What would your gracious figure?


Gertrude, the distraught mother, does not see the ghost, and she must be alarmed to see her troubled and disturbed son suddenly talking to himself like a schizoid. She says, as if to herself:

Alas, he's mad!

Hamlet is oblivious to his mother’s discomfiture and continues to speak to his risen father:

Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command? O, say!


The ghost, the elder Hamlet, is not unmindful of his erstwhile wife’s distress, and he speaks to his son:

Do not forget: this visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.

But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
O, step between her and her fighting soul:
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
Speak to her, Hamlet.


And the prince is in for a rude surprise.

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Home Alone

Jul. 12th, 2013 05:37 pm
monk111: (Effulgent Days)
Pi says, "You are kind of cwazy today! Singing and dancing about."

Daimon says, "And wanking about as well."

Pop has gone to Kay's. Let's hope it's for the two whole days this time. And I had my big steak dinner, and we have a house full of groceries and goodies. I am feeling pretty good.

Daimon says, "I suppose it doesn't hurt that you are enjoying some chitty chat at LiveJournal."

Yes, I am on a little roll. It is always nice to get a little confirmation that one is an okay guy and not altogether dumb. A kind of favorable reality check. I guess you can say that this is about as good as it gets in my little life. May as well enjoy it!
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