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CAUTION: Written under duress: A fatigued brain under the unyielding influence of caffeine

 

The truth seems to be, … that when he casts his leaves forth upon the wind, the author addresses, not the many who will fling aside his volume, or never take it up, but the few who will understand him better than most of his schoolmates or life-mates.

Nataniel Hawthorne in The Scarlet Letter

Blogging, for me, is like being granted immigrant status in a parallel universe but my permit, grudgingly granted, clearly stipulates temporary residence only. Xenophobia, I tell ya.

I’m not sure how lucid this post will be. I may wake up tomorrow morning, and while groggily sipping my morning dose of green tea, cringe at this drivel and dutifully reach for an elusive undo button… For now however, morning is a distant dream.

I had vowed, well not vowed exactly, but solemnly and earnestly promised the trees of this fair land that I would curb my book buying ways. I had to! My shelves, already groaning under the weight of my indulgence, had just last week tacitly informed me that they could not admit another book. Not even a second-hand poetry volume. Now for those with the luxury of a house of their own, some swanky, sturdy new shelves are the quick fix here, but hélas, for me, subordinate of my parent’s home, I must make do. I am an ardent follower of whoever it was that said, ‘When we are collecting books we are collecting happiness’. (Note to self, do reference this) I have lived these past years trying to emulate the New York author and bibliophile (he had books in his kitchen cupboards, his stair case, the floor… you get the picture…) who, when told by his mate of similar habits, that people, when seeing his books, ask if he had indeed read all of them, replied, ‘You obviously don’t have enough books’. Now I had been able to stay faithful to my promise to the trees through the lack of proximity to the Exclusive Books sale. Tonight however, I have broken my promise and the trees, I fear, will turn away from me hence. I thought I would just take a peek at the sale tables, and congratulate myself on my self-discipline. It was of course, not to be. Stacks upon stacks called out to me, begging for a home away from the din of the Greek music gratuitously forced upon them by the neighboring Papa’s restaurant. My wallet, the major victim in the state of gainful unemployment, could not support them all. So, I’ve brought home just one, a bargain at twenty odd rands, paid in coins, Roget’s Thesaurus. Pleased to announce the acquisition of a Roget’s.

 

7 replies on “CAUTION: Written under duress: A fatigued brain under the unyielding influence of caffeine”

>global citizen: ahlain! Allah yusallimak yakhti!

Note the profile picture, I write because I must, else I talk to myself :))

You describe the ‘addiction’ excellently. I will certainly try the self-discipline part….:))

>Saaleha: That is a lucky find! I was back at the sales tables, armed with the generous benefactor that is the venerable dad’s wallet a couple of nights ago. Of course I had to still exercise a modicum of self-control so I got, Conversations with Edward Said, Lynne Truss’ Talk to the Hand, William Hazlitt’s On the Pleasure of Hating (a bargain at about 20), slang down the ages and I also picked up a few titles from the penguin 70th anniversary collection, only to come home to discover that at the last sale i was expropriated of R13 for them, and at this one, R16! And of course the ingenuity of marketing that is a sale had me buying a book that wasn’t on sale but my heart was set on…. Fay Weldon’s What makes women happy….

>Khadija,

Undoubtedly, you are addicted to books. That sweet, overwhelming, controlling, irresistable sensation of wanting more and never getting enough I can certainly understand, and even relate to.

The ‘self-discipline’ technique might probably turn out to be affective. I’m saying “it might”.

Enjoyed the post. A gifted writer you certainly are!

🙂

>I was so pleased to pick up an omnibus of Roald Dahl’s short stories for R10. It was marked down because of a really silly tear on the cover.
Oh well, one man’s blasphemy is this woman’s bargain.

>*blush blush*
merci, merci… worthy sucbjects,
“Tis an old maxim in the schools,
That flattery’s the food of fools;
Yet now and then your men of wit
Will condescend to take a bit” or so says Jonathan Swift.

safs: ty! while you are in town do come have a look at it :p
crimson shimmer: from the master wordsmith himself, me is flattered. linked is good, being read, better:p

>quite imaginative and hilarious!
you have a hand made for words.
im linking you 🙂

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