Imagine, if you will, a world where we are all enlightened, where each of
us has reached cultural nirvana. Imagine a world where we all feel able to
converse wittily and astutely on the great works of the day, the pivotal
political moments, the sea-changes in modern life. Imagine a world where
each and every one of us are all that they can be.
Now forget all that, and think about reading. READING. A book. OR
BOOKS. And then, just when you thought you were finished with it, telling
other durgers your views on it, and being mocked mercilessly!
That's right! In a fit of middle-class psuedo-intellectualism, coupled
with a terribly British sense that culture is something that can somehow be
bought, rather than experienced, I have decided to start a book club.
But not just any book club. Oh no. I give you the...
SUPER SECRET SQUIRREL DURGER BOOK CLUB!
(For the avoidance of doubt, you do not need to be super, secret, or
squirrelish to take part.)
If you are at all interested in raising your Philistine mind from the muck
of the gutter, join us on a voyage of discovery, where we seek to find how
long it takes before we all get fed up.
If you are interested, either email me, or reply to this thread. But
hurry! First book discussion will be SOON(tm)!!!!
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Trev
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Timothy
I could swear he said something about getting your mind out of the gutter.
Tom
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Timothy
>
> If you are interested, either email me, or reply to this thread. But
> hurry! First book discussion will be SOON(tm)!!!!
>
Ooh, me please.
(yes yes, I return from the lurk.)
> Ooh, me please.
Also yes please.
Tom
1. You're late.
2. It's late. I should be in bed.
3. The book is Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell.
4. We're discussing it this Tuesday.
5. It's quite long.
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Trev