http://www.fairsfair.com/2008/04/13/if-there-were-less-than-100-words-left/ "For Book Lovers" Sat, 04 Feb 2012 06:18:14 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.2 http://www.fairsfair.com/2008/04/13/if-there-were-less-than-100-words-left/#comment-24 Yvonne Trainer Wed, 16 Apr 2008 04:09:02 +0000 http://www.fairsfair.com/2008/04/13/if-there-were-less-than-100-words-left/#comment-24 Comment to myself. People read my blog but they don't leave comments very often. It's like waking up to Christmas when they do. These are gray times in Calgary. I still appreciate "literariness" more than anything. I can read a hundred books; still, I go back to the authors who know how to write a line that makes me sink into that line and never forget it. James Joyce does that in A Portrailt of the Artist. I must have read the above line a thousand times since my first year of university when I was seventeen and yet I go back to it, and it's as though it touches something so deep in the psyche that I lose myself coming to the surface. Comment to myself. People read my blog but they don’t leave comments very often. It’s like waking up to Christmas when they do. These are gray times in Calgary. I still appreciate “literariness” more than anything. I can read a hundred books; still, I go back to the authors who know how to write a line that makes me sink into that line and never forget it. James Joyce does that in A Portrailt of the Artist. I must have read the above line a thousand times since my first year of university when I was seventeen and yet I go back to it, and it’s as though it touches something so deep in the psyche that I lose myself coming to the surface.

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