Monday, November 21, 2011
So I’ve just started reading this book, Against Nature by Huysmans. I  was drawn to it as I saw it in the pile, but decided against it because  I have started about three other books that I have yet to finish. I  looked through them as they lay in a pile and I felt sick at the idea of  them. I couldn’t stand reading them as they were all about reality.  Ideas of society, observations on people, outlooks on life. All too  much. So I went back upstairs and got this book and it seems to have  happened again. I mean that have started to read a book, seemingly by chance, that  fits so well into my current set of ideas, that reinforces them and  makes the book ten times more pleasurable to read because I feel the  themes present that more strongly.
"His chief delight was to go down into the valley to Jutigny, a village lying at the foot of the hills, a little cluster of cottages wearing thatch bonnets decorated with sprigs of stonecrop and patches of moss. He used to lie down in the meadows, in the shadow of the tall hayricks, listening to the dull rumble of the water-mills and breathing in the fresh breezes coming from the Voulzie"
"He would spend hours reading or daydreaming, enjoying his fill of solitude until night fell"
"His contempt for humanity grew  fiercer, and at last he came to realise that the world is made up  mostly of fools and scoundrels"
"He felt irratable and ill at ease; exasperated by the triviality of the ideas normally bandied about"
"The idea of hiding away far from human society, of shutting himself up in some snug retreat, of deadening the thunderous din of life’s inexorable activity, just as people deadened the noise of traffic by laying down straw outside a sick person’s house - this idea tempted him more than ever"
I shall enjoy reading it.

So I’ve just started reading this book, Against Nature by Huysmans. I was drawn to it as I saw it in the pile, but decided against it because I have started about three other books that I have yet to finish. I looked through them as they lay in a pile and I felt sick at the idea of them. I couldn’t stand reading them as they were all about reality. Ideas of society, observations on people, outlooks on life. All too much. So I went back upstairs and got this book and it seems to have happened again. I mean that have started to read a book, seemingly by chance, that fits so well into my current set of ideas, that reinforces them and makes the book ten times more pleasurable to read because I feel the themes present that more strongly.

"His chief delight was to go down into the valley to Jutigny, a village lying at the foot of the hills, a little cluster of cottages wearing thatch bonnets decorated with sprigs of stonecrop and patches of moss. He used to lie down in the meadows, in the shadow of the tall hayricks, listening to the dull rumble of the water-mills and breathing in the fresh breezes coming from the Voulzie"

"He would spend hours reading or daydreaming, enjoying his fill of solitude until night fell"

"His contempt for humanity grew fiercer, and at last he came to realise that the world is made up mostly of fools and scoundrels"

"He felt irratable and ill at ease; exasperated by the triviality of the ideas normally bandied about"

"The idea of hiding away far from human society, of shutting himself up in some snug retreat, of deadening the thunderous din of life’s inexorable activity, just as people deadened the noise of traffic by laying down straw outside a sick person’s house - this idea tempted him more than ever"

I shall enjoy reading it.

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