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



Sunday, April 13, 2008

Journal Entry

Here is what I remember of the day my wisdom teeth were removed. Again, good luck reading it. If you can read it, you are well on your way to becoming a historical document reader... I suspect that some 100+ yr old documents are a little clearer and easier to read.




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2 comments:

Janika said...

Wow, you have some tiny baby pictures. They really have grown.

April 13, 2008 at 6:24 PM
Bertie said...

You look so good in your pics- you don't look that swollen at all! I'm sure you felt a lot worse- but you really do look great:)

I loved reading your journal entry for that day! You are so funny:)

April 14, 2008 at 12:46 PM

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