*happy sigh*.....I do love poetry now...*giggle* I feel like such a bookworm geek now, falling in love with poetry (actually having a fav poet!), falling in love with Shakespeare, and with Cyrano de Bergerac... (Not to in *any* way put these things down! Laur, Cyrano rocks. ^_^) ..this's just...new to me, is all.
But I still hate Dickens. He really *was* a sick, sick man, who should never've been allowed to set pen to paper...tormenting his poor characters so...gah...
..wish I had some more time tonight, would like to get thru some of Oscar Wilde's poetry...Dorian Grey had some wonderful passages in it...loved the book, really. Hated it and loved it, Lord Henry pissed me off so very much, I disagreed with everything he said..but it made sense..and tho when you step back you realise you hate what these characters are, who they make themselves to be..when you're reading it, you love them all...it's crazy...tho I hated some of what Dorian did, I loved him...and Basil, I just loved, felt so very sorry for..but I could sympathize with him so well...
...ah...the joys of literature. ^_^ I could go on all night...
...unfortunately, some less-lovable mad demons of the past invented this form of evil entitled *hissing out words like the demon who created them surely did* mathematics, and also calculus...

Hrm. ...dear...I'm getting superfluous again, aren't I? This is what happens when I spend too much literary time, and I've been writing more than drawing the past week or so..and reading Hamlet and poetry...ah...though I love it so...

"There comes a wanton pair of doves,
Who settle down, and, nodding, strut
O'er the gold sands beside the stream,
And gradually approach;
Their red-tinged eyes, so full of love,
Soon see the inward-sorrowing one.
The male, inquisitively social, leaps
On the next bush, and looks
Upon him kindly and complacently.
"Thou sorrowest," murmurs he:
"Be of good cheer, my friend!
All that is needed for calm happiness
Hast thou not here?..."
-from "The Eagle and Dove", Goethe