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tenlittlebullets) wrote2006-02-28 01:44 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2006-02-28 01:44 pm
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How shiny is the Simon's Rock library?
Well, they have a French literature section, which is of itself one up on the public library back home.
Said French literature section? Takes up two or three aisles. It might be bigger, I'm not sure, I was kind of glued to the 18th and 19th century authors. Two or three shelves devoted to the complete works of Hugo and assorted biography and literary criticism. Two for Rousseau. Three or four apiece for Voltaire and Balzac. And so on and so forth. It's so shiny. And since I had nothing better to do this morning I just sort of stayed there for three hours or so. Read a few chapters into l'Homme Qui Rit, skimmed a book on French romanticism, was poking through the preface to Cromwell when I realized the dining hall was closing soon and lunch is a good thing. (Apparently my slow progress on reading LM in the original isn't because my French sucks, it's because Hugo's prose is insufferably dense for the non-fluent. Because the book on romanticism was in rather more straightforward French and I could read it almost as quickly as English.) However, something in that library is wonky because the catalog is telling me they have a bilingual edition of Les Fleurs du Mal checked in and I saw nothing of the sort. Hmph.
You know what's severely not shiny? My room. Somehow I never manage to unpack properly after my breaks. *keels*
Well, they have a French literature section, which is of itself one up on the public library back home.
Said French literature section? Takes up two or three aisles. It might be bigger, I'm not sure, I was kind of glued to the 18th and 19th century authors. Two or three shelves devoted to the complete works of Hugo and assorted biography and literary criticism. Two for Rousseau. Three or four apiece for Voltaire and Balzac. And so on and so forth. It's so shiny. And since I had nothing better to do this morning I just sort of stayed there for three hours or so. Read a few chapters into l'Homme Qui Rit, skimmed a book on French romanticism, was poking through the preface to Cromwell when I realized the dining hall was closing soon and lunch is a good thing. (Apparently my slow progress on reading LM in the original isn't because my French sucks, it's because Hugo's prose is insufferably dense for the non-fluent. Because the book on romanticism was in rather more straightforward French and I could read it almost as quickly as English.) However, something in that library is wonky because the catalog is telling me they have a bilingual edition of Les Fleurs du Mal checked in and I saw nothing of the sort. Hmph.
You know what's severely not shiny? My room. Somehow I never manage to unpack properly after my breaks. *keels*