It wasn't too bad. I don't care much for sweet bread but I wanted to do something nice for Christian since he has to put up with me doing my homework all the time. I didn't want him to eat it alone even if he likely wouldn't have minded eating the lot of it.
Right now I'm reading L'Étranger by Albert Camus so that I can write an essay on it for my French 3033 class. Taking a literature class in a tongue that isn't your own requires at least double the effort. I find some irony in that I'm having to devote so much energy to writing an essay on a book whose themes seem to bask in the common and absurd, though I can't explain to you why I have this impression. I like this book in a way I cannot explain. I think I'd like it more if it weren't assigned. I'll never understand that.
This book has an air about it reminiscent of Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast." It's beautiful in a subtle and unassuming way. I am drawn toward this kind of beauty in general, I think.
This book has an air about it reminiscent of Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast." It's beautiful in a subtle and unassuming way. I am drawn toward this kind of beauty in general, I think.
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