Sunday, June 27, 2004
Despite raining season, the sunny days are really hot, indeed. Reading at night hasn't been pleasant, so I am reading only in the train, on the way to work and back.
M Sinclair Stevens sent me Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome, and I am reading it at night, which means I am like a turtle. Of 351 pages and I am now haven't finished 100 pages. But, It's amazing because that book reminded me a lot of my secondary school time. The witty conversation between the mother and the kids, the beauty of English when it's been elaborated, and the amazing thing that I ever find in English novel, the past tense. The consciousness of time.
Regrets hit me whenever I came across words which I don't know, or I never try to remember them though I sensed that some of them knew me before. We met somewhere, and I never tried to say hi to them. I am bad in people's name, people's background, too bad that I sometimes might just pretend I don't recognise them if I meet them in the middle of a roadside just to camouflage my bashfulness.
So, while I moor my Japanese ships on my shelf at night, relax in the cough, I really enjoy being on the boat of Swallows following the crew to camp at the island in a lake.
Honestly, onboard in fun, indeed. And sooner or later, I know that they are going to sea, Even they don't mean to go to sea.
Voyager is their other names.
