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“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
–Friedrich Nietzsche

autocrat \AW-tuh-krat\, noun:
An absolute monarch who rules with unlimited authority; by extension, any person with undisputed authority in a relationship or situation.

This was my first day completely at home for awhile. Even though these days are predictable, they are comfortable. I watched Hiroshima Mon Amour and did a pit of the coffee table mat knitting.

Just a few minutes ago, I finally opened and started War and Peace. Immediately, I wish that I could write such a novel. Tolstoy has an a ease with dialogue as well as description. Even though this book is more political than anything I would write in pose, I wish I could infuse my prose with such appropriate dialogue. I feel rather marginal as a writer. I do it the most of any expressive activity but find myself rather dangling. In any case, I look forward to read this novel as I should have started it years ago. Now, I will have to take away the notion of wanting to learn Russian first. I’m going to for Crime and Punishment after this. Oh yes, I should be doing more Dickens too. This edition of War and Peace is new and is the reason I grabbed it from the library. I don’t think any more than five people have had this copy; I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the second person to read it. It still smells new in crisp, white hardcover paper. I love new books.

It has rained as the humdity has been anticipatory about it since yesterday. I slept deep and hard because of the beer yesterday. I dreamt about going camping in August with the MRH people. I cried in my sleep. I shall sleep with the rain was company. A wonderful kind of sleep.

A thunderstorm would even make it better.

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