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January would bloom springtime now. Monk is close to changing to his shorts. It makes "Magic Mountain" somewhat less enchanting.
Neverthemore, it occurs to him that sunny days do rather work against books and reading, in general. It seems a bit sickly to be staying inside and lost in the introversion of reading, instead of being out there and living life.
But Monk is happily into the novel now, and very pleased that such a book can be fairly counted as his fun reading - as easy and enjoyable as noir or stories of O. He only regrets that this is not likely to be true for the likes of Dickens or books like "Of Human Bondage." All his regrets should be so trivial.
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January would bloom springtime now. Monk is close to changing to his shorts. It makes "Magic Mountain" somewhat less enchanting.
Neverthemore, it occurs to him that sunny days do rather work against books and reading, in general. It seems a bit sickly to be staying inside and lost in the introversion of reading, instead of being out there and living life.
But Monk is happily into the novel now, and very pleased that such a book can be fairly counted as his fun reading - as easy and enjoyable as noir or stories of O. He only regrets that this is not likely to be true for the likes of Dickens or books like "Of Human Bondage." All his regrets should be so trivial.
