i talked with CHARMINNN today. somewhere in the conversation, we mentioned how the world of writing essays is so different from the world of problem sets, equations, and math.
before that, june asked me which i liked more - econ or english. i answered, i like them differently.
anna and i somehow ended up talking about DFW. it felt like i was opening a door that i had kept shut for this past semester, sub-consciously. reading can sometimes be like a drug to me. the passion. oh my goodness. i was reading some harold bloom quotes from his anatomy of literature - wow.
as harold bloom reminds me, falling in love with literature is like falling in love with a girl. it’s the same passion - just not sexual. but the passion, oh man, it lights you on fire, makes you obsessed, changes you. if i didn’t read under the filter of Christ, i would feel idolatrous.
the pleasure of econ/math stuff is like the pleasure of working out. the pain is pain, but pleasurable because you know there is growth, and there is just fun in solving problems.
i guess to change my answer, i like literature a lot more passionately. i kid you not, during the summer when i was reading a lot, there was a moment where i had such a strong passion for the book i was reading (i THINK it was american pastoral by roth), that i was confused. it literally felt like i was falling in like with a girl.
oh LORD - be my first love.
