From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Tuesday, January 22, 2008

people

I've only been working on a computer for a little bit, but already my typing is so much better. If I slow down a bit and think, I can type sorta accurately without looking at the keys!!

Scott invited some people from our ward over for dinner tonight. They had already eaten, bu they came to hang out for a bit. It was fun to sit and chat.

I have never seen either one of them before... ever.

Our ward is transient, and I don't at all profess to know everyone, but Scott chats with these people all the time and they gave us concert tickets and we are cool with them. I was very surprised to realize that we are friends with a couple that I had never seen before... not just have not met, but I have never seen them.

crazy!

On a completely different note, I really love to eat corn. It is just so yummy.
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