I had every intention of making it to hot yoga last night...until I fell asleep at 7 p.m..
Of course this means that I woke up somewhere around 8ish and was wide awake. Let's screw my sleep pattern up just a little bit more, shall we? As if the prescription drugs I'm taking aren't doing enough! FUCK.
So, there really isn't anything on television on a Wednesday night that I feel is worth watching. What did I pull out? My collection of DVD's based on Jane Austen novels. (I know, I know...let's just add to the depression of my holiday of super singleness.)
My favorite Jane Austen novel/movie: Persuasion
"The one claim I shall make for my own sex is that we love longest, when all hope is gone."
Sigh...Jane Austen...way to relate, woman.
My other favorite: Mansfield Park
"I was interrupted in the heyday of this soliloquy, with a voice which I took to be of a child, which complained “it could not get out.”—I look’d up and down the passage, and seeing neither man, woman, or child, I went out without further attention.
In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage.—“I can’t get out—I can’t get out,” said the starling.
I stood looking at the bird: and to every person who came through the passage it ran fluttering to the side towards which they approach’d it, with the same lamentation of its captivity.—“I can’t get out,” said the starling.—God help thee! said I, but I’ll let thee out, cost what it will; so I turn’d about the cage to get to the door; it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces.—I took both hands to it.
The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, press’d his breast against it, as if impatient.—I fear, poor creature! said I, I cannot set thee at liberty.—“No,” said the starling—“I can’t get out—I can’t get out,” said the starling." - Laurence Sterne. (1713–1768). A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy.
Amazing use of the above passage in Mansfield Park. Don't we all feel that way from time-to-time. (I can't get out.)
It all makes you think. And sometimes just a little too much.
Song of the day: "Cut" Plumb (might as well throw a sad song in with all of this deep stuff)
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Movies based on Jane Austen novels. Sigh.
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