In the span of a breath, everything changed. I was now standing tall and proud, my cape was billowing in the wind as I beheld the gleaming city. At last, I was there: Ollion, the bright star. After all my troubles, I had endured much to arrive here yet here was the city, stunning in the light of the sunrise, beautiful. But I had not come this far to stop now. I had heard that the doors only open to those worthy of it and I had every intention of outshining all those in the tents outside who had yet to prove their worth. On the way I had thought long and hard about what I would do but already I knew it would be spectacular.
The wind mumbled something: “tafeylapajkathr?”
The world around me begins to blur as I struggle to understand.
The gnarled tree next to me turn into long, hanging strands. Light, real light floods in as I try to open my eyes. My head is resting on my fist and my hair is a curtain hiding me from prying eyes. On my desk sits the annoyingly easy physics sheet that refuses to let me understand it and my pencil that I probably haven’t touched for at least 20 minutes.
“Hé! T’as fait la page quatre?”
Brain calibrating itself: new language: French. “Hey! Did you do page 4?”
I manage to murmur something back “Mmmm? Yeah, I just did this…” showing him the “v / c x h” I had scribbled onto my page 4.
Time to work again. I was almost there though! Next time I’ll make it to the gate and show some awesome magic… unless someone wakes me up again first…
I keep staring at my page, willing it to make answers appear but incomprehensible it stays. It would appear that my magic powers have not developed enough in my dreams to be of use when I wake. So I pick up my pencil and look for answers. If magic worked like that, I suppose we’d all be terribly stupid anyway. Ah well… never mind. Next time maybe. Next time I’ll venture forth into the vast majestic city to discover the wonders that await me. I’m already near enough to the gates to make it through next time. In the meantime though, great physical questions need my answering. Farewell Dream-Me. Until next time.
I wanted to read the first book of Game of Thrones but someone had already taken it out so I decided to borrow The Picture of Dorian Gray instead and for the moment I have not been disappointed. The beauty of Oscar Wilde’s writing even in his preface is more than admirable. He chooses every word carefully to create beautiful sentences and good sense. He takes the reader exactly where he wants to and plays with us, describing the trees and clouds while two characters are deep in conversation this detaching us from it or making it seem less important and their words insincere.
Reading Wilde’s book (well, starting to read it) has made me understand a little better just how much I still have to learn, or how much I could learn. It’s a beautiful book (for the moment anyway) and it’s not that long if you don’t mind reading well structured, complicated and thoroughly thought out sentences all the way through.
I’ve just realised that I probably won’t be asked to read many books this year which gives me more time for books I actually want to read. I already have a list but if you have any good suggestions to throw at me go ahead 🙂
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