And I don’t know much about the world, but I do know one thing for sure. If I’m pessimistic, then the adults in this world who are not pessimistic are a bunch of idiots.
Murakami Haruki, “The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle,” p. 113
And I don’t know much about the world, but I do know one thing for sure. If I’m pessimistic, then the adults in this world who are not pessimistic are a bunch of idiots.
Would I ever see the rest? Or would I grow old and die without ever really knowing her? If that was all that lay in store for me, then what was the point of this married life I was leading? What was the point of my life at all if I was spending it in bed with an unknown companion?
Is it possible, finally, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?
We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close are we able to come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?
So I am finally picking up my pace though I think it’s too late. But well, it’s never too late to read something, to be honest.
The last time I checked, I have this list. I added these titles after that.
Not bad. But I’m only halfway through my yearly target. That’s just sad. Well better read than not at all. I still have two weeks prior to the end of the year. I should be able to finish something.
I can’t believed I missed the Neil Gaiman reading and book signing last night at McNally Robinsons Polo Park.
The world has its own way of messing up with you. This is insanity.
