La Vie En Rose for 2006 November 7

The old German from The Story of a South African Farm haunts me in the same way that Boxer from Animal Farm haunted me for months after I read the book. I think I figured out why. The tragedy, and the goodness of the characters, wouldn't be so heartbreaking if it weren't that they were so trusting and idealistic that they ended up being compliant in their own demise. Life's not fair! One ought not expect literature to be, then.

In other news I just picked up my new glasses. I was luke warm on them at first but the girls talked me into them over another pair, and now I really like them. I am still in that woozy getting used to them mode, but amazed by how clear I am seeing!