I JUST CAN'T SEE THE REASON WHY A RENOWNED WRITER WHO HAPPENED TO BE MY FAVORITE WRITER CAN'T WRITE A BOOK BECAUSE IT JUST DID NOT REACH HER/HIS EXPECTATIONS, WHICH, FOR THE LACK OF WORDS, ARE PLAIN STUPID. HOW CAN SHE/HE BE CALLED A WRITER WHEN SHE/HE WRITES JUST BECAUSE SHE/HE WANTS MORE FANS AND MORE MONEY?
I have always admired writers because I thought they were much more interested in unworldly matters than the issues of the materialistic world, well at least for my favorite writers. Now, nah, I think otherwise. But who knows? Maybe, I'm too much generalizing.
For now, I would like to indulge myself with this very heartening saying:
"The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire."
Hermann Hesse
About
- Finella
- hi. i'm finella. i like a lot of things and i think i like to feel. i also enjoy taking long walks, and watching dolphins&other sea creatures, and going to museums, and being with a few people, and eating mexican/indian food. the usual stuff—art, music, books, russia, trains, airports, philosophy, psychology, and literature— intrigue me. i'm an engineering student (MS soon to be PhD) and i don't feel like one. and i think that's okay as long as i stay true to myself. i am very idealistic, but at times, like right now, i don't feel like one because i am an enfp. my only dream is to have a constant happy disposition. that's very idealistic and i'm quite pessimistic so i don't know.