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Never try to outstubborn a cat.

Want to come up and see my etchings?

Created on 2003-03-22 20:20:28 (#962595), last updated 2008-12-29

4,726 comments received, 6,521 comments posted

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Name:Arethusa
Birthdate:08-11
Location:Columbus, Ohio, United States
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And just what am I supposed to tell you that you wouldn't learn by reading my entries? I'm female, I have a daughter, I have friends, who sometimes stress me, but that I always love. I have lovers and a husband. And we all get along fine.

Once the bookcases were seated and screwed into the walls, out came the
books, thousands of them, tens of thousands of them.

Little kids' books with loose signatures, ancient first-edition
hardcovers, outsized novelty art books, mass-market paperbacks, reference
books as thick as cinderblocks. They were mostly used when he'd gotten
them, and that was what he loved most about them: They smelled like other
people and their pages contained hints of their lives: marginalia and pawn
tickets, bus transfers gone yellow with age and smears of long-ago meals.
When he read them, he was in three places: his living room, the authors'
heads, and the world of their previous owners.

They came off his shelves at home, from the ten-by-ten storage down on the
lakeshore, they came from friends and enemies who'd borrowed his books
years before and who'd "forgotten" to return them, but Alan *never*
forgot, he kept every book in a great and deep relational database that
had begun as a humble flatfile but which had been imported into successive
generations of industrial-grade database software.



Ozymandias
Percy Bysshe Shelly


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear -
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

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