Tuesday, September 18

What to Do with the Rest of the Day's Afternoon?

She decided to go to the book store. Amazon was fine and all but there was something about those rows and rows of books. Smelling of paper and print and untouched-ness. She imagined walking down the Austen shelf, trailing her fingers along the spines. Pride and Prejudice, Mansfield Park, Persuasion. She'd read them them out in her head. Count the leads off. Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy. Fanny Price and Henry Crawford. Anne Elliot and Frederick Wentworth. And Edmund Bertram. Poor Edmund. And then maybe she'd sit down and read Northanger Abbey for a bit. She couldn't think of a better way to get over a broken heart. Irritation's such a perfect melancholy-obscurer.

If you haven't heard the song, you should. Least for the guitar (well, not in this version). And his singing. And just generally.

9 comments:

wiseling said...

It is rather hard to be melancholy and irate at the same time... Must try sometime... :)

Revealed said...

@wiseling: Isn't it just? :)

Very useful, I've always found it to be. Being melancholic is so painful, no?

Heh Heh said...

:)
It's a lovely song.

Renovatio said...

DMB and accoustics. You've got my taste in music down pat.

Revealed said...

@heh heh: Yes :). Dunno why it reminded me of you, though. Mystifying.

@r: And we wasted all that time bonding over the old peoples' comments when we could have been bonding over DMB. Isn't he the best?? :D

Renovatio said...

Oh the old ones had to have their say first and grant approval. If there's to be lambuji-ness, we must do things the right way, keeping matters of sanskar in mind, you know.
Excluding the song that jane likes(which I happen not to) I can't think of a single DMB number I dislike.

Revealed said...

@r: A man after my own heart :D. He came here like two weeks back and I missed the concert. I could kill myself.

Tabula Rasa said...

A man after my own heart :D.

i told you so.

Renovatio said...

Ah, you just made TR's day there.