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How poor a part I've played in your life. It's almost as though I'm not your husband, and we've never lived together as man and wife. What were you like, then? To me, your face is still beautiful, but it's no longer the one for which Michael Furey braved death. Why am I feeling this riot of emotion? What started it up? A ride in the cab? An arse full of farts? When not responding when I kissed her hand? My aunt's party? My own foolish speech? Wine, dancing, music? Poor Aunt Julia... That haggard look on her face when she was singing Arrayed for the Bridal. Soon, she'll be a shade too, with the shade of Patrick Morkan and his horse. Soon, perhaps, I'll be sitting in that same drawing-room, dressed in black, the blinds would be drawn down, and I'd be casting about in my mind for words of consolation. And would find only lame and useless ones. Yes, yes. That will happen very soon. Yes, the newspapers are right: snow is general all over Ireland. Falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, softly upon the Bog of Allen, and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. One by one we are all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. How long you locked away in your heart, the image of your lover's eyes when he told you that he did not wish to live? I've never felt like that myself towards any woman, but I know that such a feeling must be love. Think of all those who ever were, back to the start of time. And me, transient as they, flickering out as well into their grey world. Like everything around me, this solid world itself, which they reared and lived in, is dwindling and dissolving. Snow is falling. Falling in that lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lays buried. Falling faintly through the universe, and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
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For the longest time writing came easy, I could sit down and work through three thousand words is a few hours and feel good about what I put on the page. However, after I finished my third novel everything seems to have gone downhill. I barely have the ability to keep sitting for fifteen hundred, and each sentence feels wrong for some reason. I don't know why, and honestly would like to go back to how I was.
/lit/, what's happening to me?
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TBH, i really don't like people.. esp. girls who love to reading e-books and pocketbooks.. i mean I am not against reading (in fact, i encourage teens to read) but I am more concerned with the genre they are reading.. which is nonsense!!they acted full of hoity-toity. These are the kind of people who have no sense in life, no taste of pure literature.. just hypnotizing through their own illusions that someday their story would exactly be the same as what they've read form e-books and pocketbooks.. If I were president, I would seriously banned e-books and pocketbooks... with nonsense genres. Why don't you read books from pure art? Like the Bible? or my favorite, Les Misérables? I know, why you won't.. because it's English and it's hard to understand.. you can't relate.. only shows that you are brainless, crazy cunt, and a NOBODY!
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Who are the greatest science fiction writers of all time, /lit/? From that Heinlein thread I gather that many of you do not agree with the "Big Three" (Asimov, Clarke, Heinlein), and I'm inclined to agree. Good 'ideas-men', but not great writers by any means.
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>B.S major in Mathematics, Minor in Stats
MS in Mathematics
Ph.D in Math; Thesis on bounded harmonic functions
attended SFU for B.S, and caltech for MS and P.hD
>parents are both structural engineers, so inspiration I guess, and gifted in math
>currently working dead-end field research job, hope to apply for professorship in next 15 years
>MFW I so fucking wish I went to med school instead