66. Abiyot

It all started with the protests of the peasants and the students. No,that came out wrong. It all started when a friend introduced me to www.esnips.com ; and the rest is a folder, which I can rename “history”, full of books (how full is a full folder?). I needed a guide as to what to download; and naturally, I searched for “list of great novels”, “top hundred novels” etc.  True, I have it as unwritten rule to go for the less-hyped of things and people. But these are books that have stood the test of time and established themselves as “the classics”. My Spanish teacher seems to have the same policy of going for the classics –not to imply my taste was influenced by hers; I do not yet  have a taste.

 I am just getting started…

 What I read first was :

A great one to set off a reading revolution with I must say.  And another good thing: I have never heard or read about it in an Ethiopian mass medium thereby satisfying my yearning for novelty, at least in this part of Sub-Saharan Africa.

 Here are two stunning excerpts: 

At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him. When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke—the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs.

  I know you may be thinking that I am a sucker for all things amorous and may be you are right. How about this? 

The boy turned to the hand that wrote all. As he did so, he sensed that the universe had fallen silent, and he decided not to speak. A current of love rushed from his heart, and the boy began to pray. It was a prayer that he had never said before, because it was a prayer without words or pleas. His prayer didn’t give thanks for his sheep having found new pastures; it didn’t ask that the boy be able to sell more crystal; and it didn’t beseech that the woman he had met continue to await his return. In the silence, the boy understood that the desert, the wind, and the sun were also trying to understand the signs written by the hand, and were seeking to follow their paths, and to understand what had been written on a single emerald. 

Speaking of emeralds, I have a good mind to name my daughter  Esmeralda . That is if my soldiers are not by now all marching in the wrong direction.

 I have now moved on to the Brothers Karamazov and love the narration.   Looking forward to having a great time in front of the screen and I am not talking about porn. I ditched porn way back because… the connection mekuaters ; and Kama Sutra ain’t porn –it is highly educational man!

 I hope I get to read all these books, cuz, damn, it is a lot of them! At least for me it is. 

And I hope my eyes don’t give out.

 As you might already have noticed in the text, I am practicing how to correctly use colon, semi-colon, hyphen and comma.  

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