I did enjoy the book Pride and Prejudice. However my heart is not really touched. It is only about fine description. There are some highlights that made me excited. But they are scarcely.
Tonight I had great depression. I'm not interesting to anything. I watched CNN. I surfed the web. I read some blogs. I checked news. I drank tea and ate apple. I listen music and admired some pictures. My mind, however, was always loose. My spirit was unfortunately low.
I have no intent to read academic papers. I have no interest to think about any project. No great invention can catch my attention.
It is a lone life. A lone life is boring. It is alwayse depressing.
I turned to the novels by James Joyce.
I compiled the plain text of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man to PDF.
I started the reading from Chapter 2. At the beginning, my mood was still depressed. I forgot the accurate moment when I got deeply absorbed. I like this novel. I like the style. I like the think. I like the way. I like the boy Stephen. I love all these things. I gained power, great power supporting my fearless fighting. My imagination is stretched and expands with boundless brave.
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