Hope is hearing the melody of the future. Faith is to dance to it. ~R. Alves

Last night, I dreamt about an exciting thrill-chase...

 

...primarily involving mopeds and bicycles...

 

...zooming around after each other for the answer to a complicated IB-esque math problem.

 

*sigh*

 

And I was so pleased that I was the only one who had done so well in figuring it out (and being successful at keeping my fellow classmates, those would-be thieves, at bay), and worked so hard in writing up my paper, to receive the highest score and impressive praise from my instructor.

 

Ah, yes... such things as dreams are made of...

 

To move from math to literature:  I am nearly finished re-reading Mansfield Park.  This is the only Jane Austen novel I have only ever read once.  I distinctly remember being quite bored by it, and thinking I will never desire to read it again.  But here I am, less than a hundred pages from the end (approx. one-fourth of the book left to go), and I am finding it quite enjoyable.  Previously, I found Miss Price dull and uninteresting, and had much more sympathy for the vivacious Miss Crawford.  But now I find myself mesmerized by the writing and story, catching many more subtle points than I did a decade ago, and whole-heartedly sympathetic to dear Fanny.  She is a creature that, who not only do I now feel I understand, but who I also am amazed to discover that I admire.

 

Although I will still continually insist Persuasion is by far my favourite, I do believe Mansfield Park has successfully uprooted itself from the bottom dregs, and now I am having difficulty organizing Austen's works in terms of preference.

 

Indeed, I am looking forward to unpacking my *cough* over-a-dozen boxes of books next week, as this weekend shall see me toting bookshelves up the new abode.  I am hoping to find new hidden treasures in my old collection of books.  And I just miss being surrounded by my books.  They are old friends with which I am longing to be reacquainted.

 

There.  I feel I have fulfilled my blogging duty.  I have been light-hearted and somewhat informative, enjoying a little joke on my behalf whilst perhaps allowing a moment of seriousness beneath the teasing smile.  An entry fair enough to last a few more days until I am compelled to write something anew.  An entry that allows me a moment of whimsey before I get lost in the realities of the day.

 

In closing, I leave you with some words of Miss Austen:

 

"There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere."