Betsy is on page 21 of The Brothers Karamazov. She brought it along because it will take her forever to read (although it will surely be a shorter "forever" than it would be for most people), and she feels comfortable leaving it behind when she finishes it. Betsy is the real deal; page 21, The Brothers Karamazov.
We have relocated to a cheaper hostel. It is a block away from the Auckland City Library, where we have sniffed out free internet access. We simply opened a temporary "Akozone account," and here I am blogging free of charge. Also a block away is a gigantic, labyrinthine Borders book store. I believe it is four levels in all, with multiple sub-levels, one of which houses a Gloria Jean's Coffee. While traversing levels one may find themselves taking the stairs, escalator, or lift (Kiwi for elevator). The layout vaguely resembles that of a playhouse at most McDonald's, which is appropriate if one thinks of a bookstore as a grownup's playground, as I do. Of course, next to Borders is an oversized movie theatre. No, I'm not making this up.
There's a really loud typer a few computers away. She is thwacking away at the keys, and seems particularly angry at the space bar.
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ReplyDeleteYour blogs left me sitting here with a smile on my face, Chris. I'm thinking that writing just may be your calling :)
ReplyDeleteGoddamn space bar. I hate it so.
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