For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
T.S. Eliot. From Little Gidding, Four Quartets.
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I was dissatisfied reading through last year's list of books. Bored, even. Too little, too all over the place; a lack of fiction. The other day H. said I ought to keep a separate list of all the books I don't finish. With that in mind, I did read a lot that I loved last year, especially poetry. However, this year should be more about challenges.
Hakan och Hariri
13 years ago
