Misc.

A good day, a bad day: Some great hanging out with friends that I haven't seen in a very long time, I have missed you all incredibly and miss talking to people who speak the same language (figuratively) and I miss my sister a whole lot and she has only been gone for around 32 hours...


Excerpts from the current book I'm reading:(sorry if they don't make sense out of context, but I felt as though they needed to be posted, I don't really know why)

"In a moment John was on his knees and feeling for Vertue's heart. It beat still. He laid his face to Vertue's lips. He breathed still. He caught him by the shoulder and shook him. 'Wake up,' he cried, 'the morning is here.' Then Vertue opened his eyes and smiled at John, a little foolishly. 'Are you well?' said John. 'Are you fit to travel?' But Vertue only smiled. He was dumb. Then John held out his hands and pulled Vertue to his feet: and Vertue stood up uncertainly, but as soon as he made a stride he stumbled and fell, for he was blind. It was long before John understood. Then at last I saw him take Vertue by the hand and, leading him, resume their journey to the South. And there fell upon John that last loneliness which comes when the comforter himself needs comforting, and the guide is to be guided."

"'I will pass on. But one word before I go. You cannot have it both ways.' 'What do you mean, sir?' 'Your life has been saved all this day by crying out to something which you call by many names, and you have said yourself that you used metaphors.' 'Was I wrong, sir?' 'Perhaps not. But you must play fair. If its help is not a metaphor, neither are its commands. If it can answer when you call, then it can speak without your asking. If you can go to it, it can come to you.' 'I think I see, sir. You mean that I am not my own man: in some sense I have a Landlord after all?' 'Even so. But what is it that dismays you? You heard from Wisdom how the rules were yours and not yours. Did you not mean to keep them? And if so, can it scare you to know that there is one who will make you able to keep them?' 'Well,' said John, 'I suppose you have found me out. Perhaps I did not fully mean to keep them-not all-or not all the time. And yet, in a way, I think I did. It is like a thorn in your finger, sir. You know when you set about taking it out yourself-you mean to get it out-you know it will hurt-and it does hurt-but somehow it is not very serious business-well, I suppose, because you fell that you always could stop if it was very bad. Not that you intend to stop. But it is a very different thing to hold your hand out to a surgeon to be hurt as me as he thinks fit. And at his speed.' The Man laughed, 'I see you understand me very well,' He said, 'but the great thing is to get the thorn out.' And then He went away."