January 4th, 2003

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Light bulbs

In my bathroom there are 4 small 40 watt bulbs above my mirror. Globular decorative according to Phillips. My walls and ceiling are painted white. A dark spot stains the ceiling above each of the bulbs, as if the sockets held sotty candles.

Would someone please explain these spots?

Books

A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway

A Farewell to Arms coverJust finished A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway. I liked it much better than The Sun Also Rises but it's still a mediocre book in my view. Hemingway seems to excel in writing about things that happen, but his dialogue bothers me greatly. An example:

You were all her dear boy, Catherine said. She prefers the dear boys. Listen to it rain.

It's raining hard.

And you'll always love me, won't you?

Yes.

And the rain won't make any difference?

No.

That's good. Because I'm afraid of the rain.

Why? I was sleepy. Outside the rain was falling steadily.

I don't know, darling. I've always been afraid of the rain.

I like it.

I like to walk in it. But it's very hard on loving.

On the other hand, the description of the retreat from the German and Austrian armies was great. As is the story of Lieutenant Henry's escape from Italy into Switzerland.

Not being much of an English or literature student, nor tending to do much anlysis beyond the obvious, I have no idea if there is some kind of allegory or meaning to the story. It is quite bleak though. There is love, but of a stunted variety. And yet again, none of the characters ever seems to do much. Day to day living is all about eating in restaurants and talking with other people. Very little mention is made of these people actually having daily obligations.

And my monitor seems to be dying, so I can't see this as I type. Must go to a store and get a new monitor. Thus ends my review, me typing blindly to a black screen.