:: book bound

"I wish I could love," cried Dorian Gray, with a deep note of pathos in his voice. "But I seem to have lost the passion, and forgotten the desire. I am too much concentrated on myself. My own personality has become a burden to me. I want to escape, to go away, to forget." (p. 291)

... Dorian Gray developed this problem, whereas I, well ... I was born with it. Welcome to Only Child Syndrome folks, where the only person in existence is me. We never seem to grow out of the phase that, you know, people seem to dissolve a few months after leaving the womb.

Then again, I refused to leave the womb to start with and they ripped me out, much to my dismay.

It's all beginning to make a lot of sense.

Tomorrow, we move on, because I already started and finished the other book and have started on the other other book. Reading on the treadmill, once again, really helps to amp up this book eating thing.