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Diary of a Blind Madman

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2006.362 Reading and writing
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Today's Lyric: "I had a dream
When I was young
A dream of sweet illusion"
One Vision
Queen

         Today is but half over and already a slow day. I've spent the morning looking for medi-gap insurance only to conclude that the purchase of such is an exercise in futility. I will spend the afternoon "reading".

         Wolfner has sent me a couple of tapes that are of interest. They are the first such in quite a long while. Both are books by Terry Pratchett that I have already read and that belong to his Discworld series. The Truth is a book that I don't honestly remember with any fondness. Re-reading it will be interesting to see why this, among so many others of which I have fond memories, didn't make much of an impression on me. The other book, Going Postal was riotously funny. I only hope that whoever is reading these books manage to render them well.

         On another "reading" front, I have just acquired the full text of nine of the eleven Mars books by Edgar Rice Burroughs. I've not read A Princess of Mars or Warlord of Mars (my two favorites in the series) in better than 35 years. I lack only John Carter and the Giant of Mars and Skeleton Men of Jupiter to make the series complete. After a good deal of googling, I conclude that acquisition of these last two is going to take considerable effort. It may not, in fact, be worth much effort. My recollection of these books is that they are quiet short and were written originally by ERB and his son as children's books then "upgraded" to adult fiction. It seems to me that this upgrade was done poorly. The text was peppered with jarring references. On one occasion I remember Dejah Thoris, elsewhere called the most beautiful, voluptuous, stunningly gorgeous woman of two planets whose beauty had fomented planet-spanning warfare, referred to as "the little princess". Gah.

         In any event, I have pasted the texts into my word processor and set the fonts to dark and unspeakably large proportions. (If you must know, I can —barely— make out 32pt bold verdana.) This enables me to, albeit slowly, scroll through the texts and read them visually while my screen reader blathers them to me.

         Joe and Lisa are in Seattle, finally free of the Denver Blizzard. They will return thence to Bloomington-Normal around the first of the year to take up residence and begin the new year with new employment and a veritable new start in life.

         lutron seems well. At last juncture he was scheduled for surgery that would reconnect the tendons in his hand that were severed. After that it will be the long road of physical therapy. I am shocked at the bravery he has exhibited through this and the almost blasé manner in which he has borne this discomfiture of his life. My admiration is complete. I suspect I might not have done so well.

         On to a bit of freewriting.

Of the people of Tolis
My advent upon the planet called in the tongue of its people Tolis is a long and, if I say so myself, an interesting tale best left for another time when leisure permits the unfolding in proper order of those events and their convoluted antecedents. That said, Tolis is populated by the most, in my experience at least, civilized, gracious, and wholly honorable people to be found. The planet is an ancient one having a recorded history exceeding quite reliably and credibly one million years and stretching into the somewhat less verifiable past for another ten thousand of ten thousands of centuries. So ancient a people can well be expected to have perfected the higher and more desirable traits of civilization to an extreme degree, and so it is. Among these frankly delightful people there is no strife, no conflict, and no understanding of the baser and more demeaning sentiments that so afflict my own race. While far from utopian, the society of the Toli (for so they style themselves) closely approaches that ideal. Theirs is a world of plenty ruled by a single government whose rule is so light a burden upon the populace as to be barely discernible. The burden of work has been eliminated and none labor at aught save that which they love. They lack even the vestiges of a class structure for so great is their wealth that there is nothing to be wished for by any individual that they may not have for the asking. Of their society I can say nothing save that their devotion to the social arts is so ardent and natural as to be indistinguishable from an instinct. ...

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