Wednesday, May 28, 2008

strange dream no 277 . two novels

why were we in a restaurant having dinner at night which was a low lit cottage with a wide verandah, when paro and me slipped to the window looking inwards to admire charles correa and his wife angelina jolie eat food and laugh with their friends?

two novels of satire and farce. in ‘vanity fair’ i really wanted the bitchy and nasty rebecca to climb her way to the top and lost my patience with the long suffering amelia; and ‘don quixote’ whose rambling adventures are not managing to keep my interest, except occasionally.

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