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August 11, 2004
our dried voices
The Roland in the Gunslinger is not the Roland of classic literature that I thought he was. I was thinking Song of Roland Roland, but it turns out he's Childe Roland. Color me easily confused.
But Steph! you cry, raising your fist to the sky. The poem is quoted at the start of all the books! Well, guess what -- it's not quoted in the books-on-MP3 version I listened to. YES, YE SCURVY BASTARDS. I cheated and listened to it. Pffft. I'm a busy elf. If I could get my literature intravenously, I would.
Speaking of melancholy poetry -- I realized that a reoccuring line in my book is actually a reoccuring line from one of my favorite poems/sonnets/whatevers -- "The Hollow Men". I am partial to moody T.S. Eliot. He was more fun when he was still struggling with his faith.
And so starts Chapter 25, three and a half pages in. Today's new word: souk (or suq -- I'm using the former spelling).
- Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
Posted by sdshaver at August 11, 2004 01:48 AM