A Look at Next Semester's Reading:
I am still working on some future posts about this last semester. I particularly enjoy Gulliver's Travels so my "Gullible Me?" posts are fun (for me anyway).
I am also working my way through the next batch of books. I am pleased with this selection. Greatly pleased.
That being said, we have some good selections on Love. And none of them are what we could call happy ending books. We have young Werther and his impassioned self-destruction. We have Elizabeth Smart's wonderful and sad affair. Barthes's perfect explanation of Love and Lover's behaviours, which could hardly be considered an advertisement for falling in love. Then we have my favourite, and the one I get the pleasure of presenting, Frankenstein, where the "monster's" endless potential for love and good and beauty is buried deep in the shadow of society's distaste for any variation of 'the other', no matter how much that 'other' resembles us.
All in all, this should be a good semester. Hopefully I don't fall in love and kill myself. But should you find my 'completed suicide' body, (I'm sure you can imagine why 'success' as the opposite of 'failed' is not well accepted), please know that it was love that put me there.
The lessons we learn on love are not overly positive. There really don't seem to be happy endings to love. And I guess this is at least honest. Life does not necessarily have happy endings either. Nobody gets out alive.
So, should we all fall in love and commit suicide or wither away in despair we can at least hope that love and life share this one important aspect: the journey is the goal.
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