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Quotes of the Day!

Recently I read (and loved) Boy by Roald Dahl. If you’re a Roald Dahl fan, you’ll probably love this book. Even if you’re not, it’s still fun. The book covers up to when he was twenty years old. He’s a great story teller and had some pretty amazing experiences as a kid. It’s clear, too, where the motivation for some of his characters and stories came from (in one story he explicitly states that it was the motivation behind Charlie and the Chocolate Factory).

Without further ado, some quotes:

 

‘God works in mysterious ways,’ she said, which was her stock reply whenever she didn’t know the answer.

 

Behind the moustache there lived an inflamed and savage face with a deeply corrugated brow that indicated a very limited intelligence. ‘Life is a puzzlement,’ the corrugated brow seemed to be saying, ‘and the world is a dangerous place. All men are enemies and small boys are insects that will turn and bite you if you don’t get them first and squash them hard.’

 

The Headmaster, while I was at Repton, struck me as being a rather shoddy bandy-legged little fellow with a big bald head and lots of energy but not much charm. Mind you, I never did know him well because in all those months and years I was at the school, I doubt whether he addressed more than six sentences to me altogether. So perhaps it was wrong of me to form a judgment like that.

Thank You?, No, Thank Me

My freshman year of college I was walking downstairs in my dorm to put some laundry in. I had the basket, so it wasn’t very easy walking. At the bottom of the stairs was a large, heavy door that was always closed for fire safety.

A guy was walking a number of steps in front of me – he was just past the distance where you go through the internal debate of ‘should I hold the door for the person behind me?’ Except, I was carrying a bulky object, which extends the time you should wait to hold the door.

The guy decided that he was far enough away, or a big enough punk, to not feel the need to hold the door for me. He walked on through, and the door began to close.

I would’ve preferred that not to have been the case, so I decided the appropriate thing to do would be a sarcastic thanks. I was by myself, but that only seems to encourage my desire to make stupid jokes.

“Thanks,” I said out loud, with a cheesy grin and exaggerated wink.

That’s when the guy, the saint, came back, with the purpose of holding the door for me realizing I could use the help.

We both stopped and stared – I had the presence of mind to un-wink, and slowly go from cheesy sarcastic smile to awkward, what to do … what to do … smile.

Eventually he backed up and let the door close behind him. I decided to wait a bit before doing my laundry.

Attn: Ellen (9/7/11)

Front


Back (apologies for my handwriting!)

The text of the postcard is:

Dear Ellen,

The Borders by me is having their going out of business sale.

Cheap books and postcards?

I already buy too many of these things, but you add a crazy sale and I end up buying things like … well, like this postcard.

Sincerely,
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