You know that thing about falling at the first hurdle...?
One book. One.
I thought, as I'm not working today, I'd be useful and practical and sort through a big box of stuff. Then I would (a) have sorted stuff, and (b) have a big empty box to sort stuff into.
First thing out of the box? Is a book. Ah, I thought, here begins the winnowing. Whatever this book is, I shall decide whether to keep it, to sell it or to give it away; and the chances are good on the giving away, for 'tis only an old paperback of little commercial value, and the default position has to be against keeping, I'm only keeping those books I really need. So...
So then I turned it over to look at the cover.
It's Introducing Mind and Brain by Angus Gellatly and Oscar Zarate. Picked up on a whim secondhand, just because it looked interesting. Never read, it just occupies space: it's exactly the kind of book I should be shedding. If I ever need it, I can pick up another copy v cheap. It should go into the Lit & Phil donations box, without a moment's hesitation.
But it's interesting. I opened it, I flicked through - I want to read it now. I want to read it now. I want to keep it. I want to learn the stuff it has to teach me. I want to have read it already, I want to know that stuff. I want...
Ahem. If they're all going to be as hard as this, I might as well give up now. But giving up is not an option.
Eek.
One book. One.
I thought, as I'm not working today, I'd be useful and practical and sort through a big box of stuff. Then I would (a) have sorted stuff, and (b) have a big empty box to sort stuff into.
First thing out of the box? Is a book. Ah, I thought, here begins the winnowing. Whatever this book is, I shall decide whether to keep it, to sell it or to give it away; and the chances are good on the giving away, for 'tis only an old paperback of little commercial value, and the default position has to be against keeping, I'm only keeping those books I really need. So...
So then I turned it over to look at the cover.
It's Introducing Mind and Brain by Angus Gellatly and Oscar Zarate. Picked up on a whim secondhand, just because it looked interesting. Never read, it just occupies space: it's exactly the kind of book I should be shedding. If I ever need it, I can pick up another copy v cheap. It should go into the Lit & Phil donations box, without a moment's hesitation.
But it's interesting. I opened it, I flicked through - I want to read it now. I want to read it now. I want to keep it. I want to learn the stuff it has to teach me. I want to have read it already, I want to know that stuff. I want...
Ahem. If they're all going to be as hard as this, I might as well give up now. But giving up is not an option.
Eek.
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:23 pm (UTC)