Bubbele and his Querida Mia had dreamed of it all their lives. “If it takes me to the very day I die, I tell you,” he’d often remind her, “We shall see the fabled Hall Of the Mountain King!”
Finally they arrived at the mountaintop. “This must be it,” he boasted. “I even hear his theme song. Harold and Mildred were right.”
When they got to their destination, they were a bit disappointed. Later Harold explained: ” I told you about a high school production of ‘Peer Gynt’. I’m very sorry you misunderstood. Next time pay more attention .”
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Today I’ve decided to take a chance on The Purple Blogger’s Teaser Tuesday. You can very easily find all the instructions at the link I’ve provided. Currently I’m reading Douglas R. Hofstadter’s ‘Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid.’
The following is my choice of the day~:
“Well, this is the kind of ‘heads~in~the~sand’ argument which you have to be willing to be willing to stomach if you are bent on seeing men and women running ahead of computers in these intellectual battles.”
It is still of great interest to ponder whether we humans can ever jump out of ourselves~or whether computer programs can jump out of themselves.”
This book has been a bit hard for me to handle (My cousin Mark’s girlfriend Sarah recommended it) , considering that I’ve always been so bad at math and the hard sciences, and I’ve never enjoyed them either. At least Moritz Escher has his moments though. Besides that, I’ve always quite enjoyed music, and have been trying lately to listen to Bach much more often.
BACH’S ‘BWV 182’ FOR THE SOLEMNITY OF THE ANNUNCIATION ,one of the most important dates in the Church’s liturgical calendar.
I’ve always been quite a compulsive bookworm. My literary interests veer mostly toward classic western literature, biography, theology, and philosophy, but I can enjoy trying to handle just about anything.
Sometimes I get into something at least a bit over my head, though. For every author like Flannery O’Connor and Evelyn Waugh, whose Books are very short, there are also others like Dostoyevsky and James Joyce, who really overdo it as far as length. I couldn’t make any sense whatsoever of Joyce’s “Finnegan’s Wake”, and because I once tried to read seventy five pages of his “Ulysses” in only one day, I spent the next three full days with a very violent migraine and nausea.
Recently I first met my cousin Mark’s girlfriend Sarah. She struck me as a very nice, intelligent, pretty lady. She recommended that I read “Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid”, by Douglas R. Hofstadter. It’s quite intimidating. I’ve been trying, very slowly, to get through it, at a rate of only about three dozen pages at a time.
My main problem about this book is that, understandably, it’s all about math, science, and music. I’ve never been any good at math or science, nor have I ever found either of them the least bit interesting. I’m so happy that at least I can have a nice time with the musical references.
The book has been, so far, quite interesting. At the very least, it can most certainly widen my intellectual horizons at least a bit. It deals largely with perspective, and the nature of reality. Considering that I’ve always been so completely smitten with theology and philosophy, that’s the part of it that strikes me as most appealing.
Unfortunately I’m writing my entry for this Ragtag Daily Prompt a day late. Somehow I didn’t notice it yesterday.
“You’ll like it,” she said. “Opera helps me relax. In German it’s ‘die Macht des Schicksals.’ It’s about a Spanish Marquis whose daughter is heartbroken because he’s forbidden her to marry a Peruvian Inca half~breed.”
“It involves all kinds of murder, subterfuge, warfare, the whole works,” she explained. ” It just goes to show how far deceit can go…all that with such perfect singing and music.”
Staring at her in total awe, he exclaimed, “That’s how you relax?! What does it take to get you riled up?!”
Welcome back to our weekly Wednesday’s Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle
is our weekly fearless leader. Read her blog so you can get all the details. For this week’s photo prompt, we have Roger Bultot to thank.
“Mr. Faffner,” Satan explained to Harvey, “On this day in 1812, Beethoven began writing a famous love letter to his Immortal Beloved.”
“Did you also know,” he continued, ‘that on July 7, 1940, Ringo Starr was born?”
Harvey cringed, begging helplessly for an explanation.
“As Lucifer, my good man,” The Father of Lies continued, “I was in charge of music.”
“Little do you know how easily I deceive and destroy people with it.”
“People warned you not to join that band. Don’t you remember what I did to John Lennon?”
This week’s photo prompt is from Jan Morrill. Rochell Wisoff~Fields is our weekly Friday Fictioneers moderator.