The other day I went to a store called Skeidar. I saw an ornament with huge block letters "LIFE IS BEAUTY FULL". My arse. Beautyfull my arse. I almost used other stuff around it to break the silly thing into pieces, but finally controlled myself and averted my eyes and walked away.
Anyway, I'm currently reading Charles Dickens's "Great expectations". The book's enjoyable and intriguing, the characterisation interesting, the writing fabulous. I love the way he describes Miss Havisham, especially this part "... It was then I began to understand that everything in the room had stopped, like the watch and the clock, a long time ago. I noticed that Miss Havisham put down the jewel exactly on the spot from which she had taken it up. As Estella dealt with the cards, I glanced at the dressing-table again, and saw that the shoe upon it, once white, now yellow, had never been worn. I glanced down at the foot from which the shoe was absent, and saw that the silk stocking on it, once white, now yellow, had been trodden ragged. Without this arrest of everything, this standing of all the pale decayed objects, not even the withered bridal dress on the collapsed form could have looked so like grave-clothes, or the long veil so like a shroud.
So she sat, corpse-like, as we played at cards; the frillings and trimmings on her bridal dress, looking like earthy paper. I knew nothing then, of the discoveries that are occasionally made of bodies buried in ancient times, which fall to powder in the moment of being distinctly seen; but, I have often thought since, that she must have looked as if the admission of the natural light of day would have struck her to dust..."
Gosh, that's wonderfully written.