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Depressed and emotional all day, it's apparently not a good thing having time to think. So much comes crashing down again...

Was mad enough to drive out to the horse after it’d stopped sowing in the afternoon, and thankfully got back without an accident, though if I were to be totally honest I even rather enjoyed the challenge of driving on snow covered roads... the problem is just that in the city you can never be sure if the idiot next to you isn’t still driving around on summer tyres and will crash into you, no matter how careful you are. Went for a walk with a very frisky horse that clearly enjoyed it, nose ploughing through knee-deep fluffy snow. I like that one path along the crest of the hill that offers an all-round view... black and white landscape with pale orange hints of sunset where the cloud cover had broken. Skidding down a slope, snow in my boots, but it lightened the mood a bit.

I’ve been starting to read Nietzsche’s ‘Also sprach Zarathustra’ again (third or fourth time, I believe) and maybe with the pressure of 50bookchallenge I’ll even finish it this time. I’m not quite sure why I never managed before... the prose is lovely, but it’s probably that while some things are quite to the point in my opinion, in other places the underlying elitism and arrogance are rather off-putting. And while I don’t usually measure everything I read against 21st century standards of feminism, especially (obviously) when the respective authors come from another time period, some of the things he writes in respect to women I can’t but find extremely irritating.
Why I’m even bringing this up is because one quote kind of relates to what I wrote at the beginning of this post...

Und auch ihr, denen das Leben wilde Arbeit und Unruhe ist: seid ihr nicht sehr müde des Lebens? Seid ihr nicht sehr reif für die Predigt des Todes?
Ihr Alle, denen die wilde Arbeit lieb ist und das Schnelle, Neue, Fremde, - ihr ertragt euch schlecht, euer Fleiss ist Flucht und Wille, sich selber zu vergessen.
Wenn ihr mehr an das Leben glaubtet, würdet ihr weniger euch dem Augenblicke hinwerfen. Aber ihr habt zum Warten nicht Inhalt genug in euch - und selbst zur Faulheit nicht!


( B5: 1.20 Babylon Squared )

( B5: 1.21 The Quality of Mercy )

( B5: 1.22 Chrysalis )

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"There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realise that what you see is all that you will ever be. Then you accept it. Or, you kill yourself. Or, you stop looking into mirrors."

Londo Mollari; B5 1.22 'Chrysalis'

Sums it up nicely. Personally I've adopted the 'stop looking into mirrors' stance for the time being...