Yeats, and alittle old business

Even though I probably suffered through Great Expectations in highschool, I've made my peace with it officially. It really is rich in language, and I thought it was really humorous the way it was written. I dont think it was blatently funny, but the "matter o factly" tone in which Pip's observations were made, made it funny for me. i dont know if anyone else feels the same.

The world needs plenty of Joes.

Well, moving on from that book now, I think I have enjoyed Yeats more than the other authors we've covered, even though I dont really know what I think about "Sailing to Byzantium." Its one of those i read over and over again, not to read between the lines or what not, but just to comprehend what I just read. I still liked it though. For me, Yeats is just one of those authors that can just imprint some kind of feeling in me in anything he writes. i might not know the feeling. I might not know what i just read. But I like the feeling that lingers.

Hm...to tap into alittle old business. . .Frankenstein. A friend of mine came up from Tulsa this weekend with her new boyfriend, and he was inquiring a bit about my major. i got on the subject of Frankenstein and my disappointment. Ok first i have never seen any Frankenstein movie but Young Frankenstein and bits and pieces of the one from the 90's (i think). BUT what thing that prevails every time is the creation scene. . .big dusty lab, lightening, Igor, giant switches and such...big moment in the original movie I'm sure. . .anyway that really didnt exist in the book at all and i was incredibly disappointed. I felt the book went from explaining the Docs anticipation, his experiment is on the table, the monster moves, and the doc is outta there. Microscopic suspense. Hollywood just had to do alittle fill in, and it turned into the most infamous part of the story did it not?

I wrote my friend an email to show her what i meant. She thought it was hilarious, so I just feel like blogging it too. Yes its stupid. . .but i still think its funny. Just keep in mind I hadn't finished the book yet.

"It was on a dreary night of November that i beheld the accomplishment of my toils. with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, i collected the instruments of life around me, that i might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. it was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, i saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

Then I ran away like a wuss, cuz 'it breathed hard' and convulsed, and I'm too mentally unstable to own up to my dumbass mistakes right now. How did i not FORESEEEEEE that i really didnt want to father something that had DIED not too long ago, and that was intentionally made to be 8 ft large everything. It was scary. I ran away. My career is ruined. The end."