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As I continue to write comments alongside the printed words of the book they become ungracious and offensive. I've become a critic as I continue to write down my thoughts.
Every now and then it seems like I'm angry with the writer because of the constant notes I've made on the page. My markings on the page prove I'm trying to understand what the writers are trying to say to me as a reader. Writers like Kierkegaard and O'Brien.
Students nowadays are too afraid to write down their true feelings and thoughts and are only writing phrases such as "Metaphor." These students don't know the real meaning of annotating. They tend to keep their thoughts to themselves writing other words like "Irony," which isn't saying anything at all other than the idea that the situation that's happening in the story is ironic.
Students going too school games, hands cupped around their mouths to get the utmost loud sound that they can possibly make. Cheering things like "Absolutely" to Scotus and Baldwin. Also shouting things like "Yes." "Bull's-eye." "My man!" Students continuing to make modest markings alongside the page, whereas I will continue to critic the author.
It is absolutely impossible to graduate from college without having to write "Man vs. Nature." That's a common thing I write in the margin of pages.
It's easy for people to read a book and not write anything down in the margin. People can rest in an armchair and turn pages all day, but they won't pick up a pen and write down how they feel about what they just read.
Even Irish monks in their scriptorias wrote alongside the pages of the Gospels. They would write about the things going on around them, but even then they are still writing down thoughts as they read.
It was hard to follow along with Joshua Reynolds reading because of all of the angry scribbling Blake left behind. But even with the scribbling it was a good piece to read.
There's a quote from Catcher in the Rye that stays with me and dangles from me like a locket. I borrowed the book from the library and took it to school with me. I would read books on my parents davenport on the basement. Reading books on end in my parents basement made me realize how lonely in really was. And also how lonely the world was, the sadness deepened for me.
I continued to read and stumbled along a few greasy smears and next to them was written by a beautiful girl, I could tell, a girl io would never meet, "Pardon the egg salad stains, but I'm in love"
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