Moonie's Ramblings

[Prof. Moonie]

Sometimes it's interesting when an old friend decides to get into contact with you again. Or in this case, it's my latest ex-boyfriend. *shrugs* I wonder what makes people decide to talk to people they haven't had contact with in a long time.  

[Prof. Moonie]

But at least this is someone that I'm still on good terms with, so there's not too much awkwardness or anything like that.

Anyway... I'm going to try finishing this bloody book... and hopefully be able to watch the second episode of "To The Ends of the Earth."  

[Prof. Moonie]

*listens to the "Pop Love Songs" station on Pandora*  

[Prof. Moonie]

I'm going to put the quotes from the book in the usual black coloring, so that they're easier to spot when I go back through my posts.

"The head that is a treasury of wisdom can hope for no other crown than thorns." (67)  

[Prof. Moonie]

"...for the triumph of the wise is won with sorrow and celebrated with tears. This is the way that wisdom triumphs." (69)  

[Prof. Moonie]

"What is more, my Lady, not even my sleep has been free of this ceaseless movement of my imagination. Rather, my mind operates in sleep still more freely and unobstructedly, ordering with greater clarity and ease the events it has preserved from the day, presenting arguments and composing verses." (77)

This part reminded me a bit of Sherlock Holmes' statement: "My mind rebels at stagnation" (or something along those lines; if I choose to comment on this particular quote, I'll have to go get the actual words).  

[Prof. Moonie]

"A wit once observed that he who knows no Latin is not an utter fool, but he who does know it has met the prerequisites. And I might add that he is made a perfect fool (if foolishness can attain perfection) by having studied his bit of philosophy and theology and by knowing something of languages. For with that he can be foolish in several sciences and tongues; a great fool cannot be contained in his mother tongue alone." (81)  

[Prof. Moonie]

I don't think I'll get to watch Ep. 2 of "To The Ends of the Earth." It seems to be taking me forever to get through this darn book. *sighs*  

[Prof. Moonie]

"...following that dictum of St. Augustine: "One must believe neither the friend who speaks praises nor the enemy who reviles." (101)  

[Prof. Moonie]

"Don't leave me, shadow of elusive love,
image of the spell I most desire,
lovely illusion for whom I gladly die,
honeyed fiction for whom I sadly live." (161)

I often feel this way with some of the dreams I have - specifically those with romantic context in them.  

[Prof. Moonie]

"Our possession of temporal things
is temporal, my friend; it is abuse
to wish to guard them always as they were." (163)  

[Prof. Moonie]

"[Poem 320] Carox IX: For the Mass" (p. 183) is very intriguing and amusing, especially with the argument on whether Catherine is a rose or a star. xd  

[Prof. Moonie]

As I read "[Poem 322] Carol XI" (p. 187), I kept being reminded of the song "Nature Boy."  

[Prof. Moonie]

"...the first-born daughter of the Sun
who, to display her splendor,
shows a beak set with stones in Ceylon
and plumage curled in Ophir;
she who gazes with sapphire eyes
and flies with diamond wings,
who pecks with blood-red rubies..." (195)  

[Prof. Moonie]

"Why shouldn't one poet be enphoenixed,
with so many ensalamandered?" (197)