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Infinitely more enjoyable than Jonathan Swift...

*sigh* Why is it only after a review is posted that I decide to actually proofread it for errors?

"I use words as a kind of lattice-work. They hide me away from me... let alone from you. Words can be tiresome as a swarm of insects. They can prick and buzz! Words can be no more than a series of farts; or on the other hand they can be adamantine, obdurate, inviolable, stone upon stone."

"You beg the question..." "I beg nothing. Not even your pardon. I do not even beg to differ. I differ without begging, and would rather beg from an ancient, rib-staring, sightless grovellar at the foot of a column than beg from you, sir. The truth us not in you, and your feet smell." ...Oh, how I've missed you Mr. Peake. So good to be reveling in your madness yet again.

I feel like I've spent all day at the pun-employment office...

flabbergasted - appalled at how much weight you've gained.

"My shirt needs pressing," the bare-chested man observed ironically.

Riiichaaard! What have you done to me by recommending this book?! I'm being punneled to death before I can even escape the introduction!

"For a moist rogue may tickle the midriff, while a dry worldling may but wrinkle the spleen."

“And you that sought for magic in your youth but desire it not in your age, know that there is a blindness of spirit which comes from age, more black than the blindness of eye, making a darkness about you across which nothing may be seen, or felt, or known, or in any way apprehended.”

And Dunsany apparently wrote this with ink and quill, in a single draft?!

"These distrusters stab at the very soul of confidence."..."If this wine with its bright promise be not true, how shall man be, whose promise can be no brighter? But if wine be false, while men are true, whither shall they fly convivial geniality? To think of sincerely-genial souls drinking each other's health at unawares in perfidious and murderous drugs!"
"Horrible!"

-Why do I find this book to be so hilarious?

This book is absolutely beautiful:

"And little he knew of the things that ink may do, how it can mark a dead man's thoughts for the wonder of later years, and tell of happenings that are gone clean away, and be a voice for us out of the dark of time, and save many a fragile thing from the pounding of heavy ages; or carry to us, over the rolling centuries, even a song from lips long dead on forgotten hills."

Almost done. If I didn't know there were more volumes to continue with, I would be quite sad. ... actually, I might be a little sad anyway; I'm still going to miss reading this.

Oh my, this is quite terrible; yet, it is also exactly what I need right now.

It's unlikely I would normally choose to read this book over any others I have. But since I can't read many others right now, I might as well use this book as my sickness binky.

Being sick and feeling like my head is about to explode is apparently not so helpful for reading. I find that I can't concentrate on any of the books I'm currently reading, at least not to the extent they deserve.

Now I'm looking about for some mindless book to read while I suffer being sick. Woe is I!

Eat your hearts out you oh-so-witty Victorians, the great satirist Melville is coming through.

Savans, coxcombs, and jackanapes. Oh my!

Where are taking me Mr. Melville? I'm watching you... %|

"A man will betray his honour, his country and his friend, but the bond between two people who share a common devotion to hardcore porn is unbreakable"

This has become quite good...

Brandon Sanderson is going to be at my local bookstore tomorrow signing books and reading, yet I have never read any of his books. To go or not to go, to see an author I've only heard about? Hmmm..

Oh Swann ... Oh, Odette... Oh, Proust... ...Oh, me. Oh, world!

Wow. I've never been this bored by a Naomi Novik novel before. This is a new experience for me...