A book written in a made-up language that nobody understands? That's just like the internet.
The Codex Seraphinianus, just for you.
B. Inexpectus
The Codex Seraphinianus, just for you.
Posted by Johan Sandås at 11:38 1 comments
Labels: books, links, titles that are longer than the post
“As you can see,” the philosopher said, “this barrel of apples, which we all agreed was full, nevertheless had room for a whole sack of rice and, after that, for a bucket of sand. This shows that our preconceived notions about the state of things should never be accepted without questioning.”
“Now I can't sell the apples,” the fruitmonger said, “and tonight I won’t be able to eat the rice. You have brought ruin upon me with your philosophy!”
Posted by Johan Sandås at 11:11 0 comments
Labels: apples, lies, philosophy
On re-reading an essay I’ve written about cooperation and reader interaction in literature, I found the following passage:
...it is possible to imagine a reader who does not like books with talking animals in them and will put any such book down after reaching the first example of their pet peeve.I didn't mean it, I promise!
Posted by Johan Sandås at 23:39 0 comments
Labels: puns, shouldn't I be alseep by now anyway?, suspiciously diary-like blog entries, talking animals, writing