Posted in February 2013

Bartleby, The Scrivner / Herman Melville

I should write a post tonight, but, in the words of Bartleby, I would prefer not to. Advertisements


Wuthering Heights / Emily Bronte

Last Tuesday, laid down by the stomach flu, I buried myself under ten pounds of blankets and passed the time sweating.  I couldn’t move.  I just lay in my stinky little nest, pitting out my sheets and my favorite Hanes t-shirt.  My hair matted to my forehead.  My breath reeked of regurgitated Reese’s peanut butter … Continue reading