Tuesday, 27 February 2007

Pretensions and extensions of reality


Damn. I just deleted this post. Suffice it to say that it rambled about consumption (1320 calories today) and that I need to eat breakfast.

I also spoke of her, how I felt slightly less idiotic today but found that her adorer is in a relationship, according to a web design. It is probably with her. This solidifies what I already suspected, long suspected. I hate that now it is real and that my paranoid ramblings were accurate. But we are friends, she laughs with me once more, we are no longer awkward and this platonic vein can run strong.

I spoke of an acquaintance I once shunned, and now he appears to shun me for my own pretentiousness. I am pretentious, I suppose.

I wrote of Tess Of D'Urbevilles. Interesting, that Alec bastardises her name, that old money name with his corrupted city new money, then visits the sin of the fathers on the innocent Tess, and takes her for his wife in the end. She kills him, but in killing him she brings about her own death. To wipe away the smirch of his new money, all must be obliterated. Tess is old money, vulgarized but nontheless innocent. A marxist reading is more interesting and less plaintive than the feminist, I sometimes find.

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