‘A what-not with china and other bric-à-brac’
31Jan13
One nice thing about school was that when you read stuffy literature, you often had friends reading the same book and you could talk about it.
I’m about two-thirds through “A Doll’s House,” a play by Henrik Ibsen.
It’s absolutely delightful, and only 100-ish pages. Plus, old-timey gender politics. Not so much stuffy as … fussy.
Anyway, I’m reading it and last night I got to a crucial plot twist, and was alone in my apartment thinking aloud:
“WHAT? Mrs. Linde is secretly meeting with Krogstad?!? That SLUTTTT.”
I needed to share my shock and outrage and had no outlet. So I dog-eared the page and went to sleep.
This is my life.
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the rikkipoo
I like newspapers and cardio.
I often utter literature-themed audible outbursts when reading alone. I support it fully.