Status Updates From Jacob's Room

mrs. Robinson. - “Thus she was arranged on the terrace when Jacob came in. Very beautiful she looked. With her hands folded she mused, seemed to listen to her husband, seemed…”

pompous . - “…the only chance I can see of protecting oneself from civilization.”

Jacob has some toxic tendencies

Poor Florinda except they only liked each other because they’re both pretty.

because he’s handsome, Jacob is constantly bothered.

book reads more like an essay. — “Byron wrote letters. So did Cowper. For centuries the writing-desk has contained sheets fit precisely…”

and then suddenly… — “It seems then that men and women are equally at fault. It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we are young, or growing old. In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows…”

some English cultural references that i’m not familiar. penny seats? in parliament? a pun? Glad that I’m familiar with all these english literary references. not as bad as Joyce or TS Eliot, but still…

the time and pov jumps is like being inside an adhd mind.

lol — “Although the plays of Shakespeare had frequently been praised, even quoted, and placed higher than the Greek, never since they started had Jacob managed to read one through.”

Taking a Virginia Woolf seminar this term.

The attempt to put into words every persons thoughts and past and future timeline as well as the colors of every moment of rising and setting sun or bird or butterfly only fall short
Bit off more consciousness than she could handle

Faworyt?

من اكثر الكتب العشوائية بالسرد ..

Here we goooo

I need to be on so many more drugs than I currently am to understand what is going on... Please.... someone..... tell me what is happening!!!
Sincerely, near tears

« Had he, then, been nothing? An unanswerable question, since even if it weren’t the habit of the undertaker to close the eyes, the light so soon goes out of them. »

راستش یکم زیادی سنگین شروع کردم 😭

👀

difficult already

girl I don’t know what the hell was going on in this one

malymi kroczkami

“It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.”

"But the Daily Mail isn't to be trusted, Jacob said to himself, looking about for something else to read"

“Detest your own age. Build a better one.”

I’m back! (reading) and i hope to stay!

“But what century have we reached? Has this procession from the Surrey side to the Strand gone on for ever? That old man has been crossing the bridge these six hundred years, with the rabble of little boys at his heels, for he is drunk, …. It seems as if we marched to the sound of music - perhaps the wind and the river, perhaps these same drums and trumpets - the ecstasy and hubbub of the soul.”

“Dean Parker wrote books, and Fraser utterly destroyed them by force of logic and left his children unbaptised - his wife did it secretly in the washing basin, but Fraser ignored her, and went on supporting blasphemers”
Such a fascinating and moving aside about the life of a one-paragraph-side-character.

Poor Betty Flanders writing her son's name, Jacob Alan Flanders, Esq., as mothers do, and the ink pale, profuse, suggesting how mothers down at Scarborough scribble over the fire with their feet on the fender, and can never, never say, whatever it may be... probably this: don't go with bad women, do be a good boy, wear your thick shirts, and come back, come back, come back to me. But she said nothing of the kind.

In short, the observer is choked with observations. Only to prevent us from being submerged by chaos, nature and society between them have arranged a system of classification which is simplicity itself… But the difficulty remains - one has to choose… Never was there a harsher necessity - or one which entails greater pain, more certain disaster - for wherever I seat myself, I die in exile.