Tuesday, June 7, 2011

           I am beginning to read Pilgrim's Progress. Actually it is more accurate to say that I am planing to read Pilgrim's Progress. I am not reading it because I think that it will be any good, rather because I am sure it will be stupid. It is precisely the same reason why I tried to read Harry Potter. I did not have the perseverance to finsh it. Just so I can back up my complaints of it and so I would know what they are talking about when it is mentioned.
            That is horrible, I am not even trying to read about it to enjoy it or learn about it or even show off by my knowledge about it. I want to complain about it.
            This dilemma perhaps can be accounted for by my life. I have nothing much to complain about in my everyday life and there is in my personality a distinct necessity to gripe about something. Therefore I go out of my way to complain about literature. That perhaps explains this whole blog.

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  1. ...And now you're complaining about a shortage of things to complain about. ;)

    I've taken the liberty of adding your blog to my blogroll. I hope this is alright!

    -Gaelen

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