From Slashdot:

Why so many songs? I got tired of carrying around a CD player and so many CDs. And even if I brought 100 CDs on a long trip, I'd always find myself in the mood for something I had left behind. No with my entire collection at hand, I always have everything I want.

Funny, that’s the way I feel about books.
11:08:19 PM  #  comment []

I meant to post that last quotation last Tuesday or Wednesday when I read it or Thursday when I finished the book. Lots of literary references in other languages, some of which I can Just Make Out. Ooh, the next one in the Lymond Chronicles looks to be a court intrigue, which is a particularly favorite subgenre of mine, in any genre.
11:06:54 PM  #  comment []

“Why should you think so? Why assume me to be of such different stuff? We have the same blood, the same upbringing. What else is there, at the end of the day, that we can call our own? We’re our father’s prejudices and our swordmaster’s dead men; our mother’s palate and our nurse’s habit of speech. We’re the books unwritten by our tutor, and our groom’s convictions and the courage of our first horse. I share all that. Five years—even five such as these—can’t tear me drop by drop from your blood.”

Francis Crawford of Lymond
to Richard, Baron Culter, his brother
Game of Kings, 449,
Dorothy Dunnett, Lymond Chronicles.

3:33:41 AM  #  comment []

Phew. All day at work I was sniffling sneezing wheezing stuffy head but thank you no fever or coughing, but it had all the earmarks of when I have not had enough aggregate sleep over the last three days—I call them stress colds, exacerbated by allergies. So I zonked at eight and slept til now. Blech. Now I cannot sleep; here I am, writing about colds and reading weblogs. And tomorrow the same. Sometimes I despair.
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