Specific Books To Go
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mlerulesDo any of these interest you:
From HOMER to MENANDER - Forces in Greek Poetic Fiction. This book has a certain amount of sentimental value. It was inscribed on June 11, 1955 to my father as a high school prize for Best final examination and year's work in Greek III. I don't care enough about it though to hang onto it if'n someone else would actually read it.
The Portable Greek Reader. Again, this has a certain measure of sentimental value, but if'n this sounds like your cup o' tea, I'm happy to give it to you. I'd just like it to go to a good home. (It's inscribed to my father from a friend c. Sept. 30, 1948. He kept very little throughout his life. This is one of the few things. My grandfather (his father) was a classicist for years, so there's that connection as well.)
Also, I seem to have ended up w/two (2) copies of Le Petit Larousse. I'm not really sure I need even one (1) these days and two (2) is definitely unnecessary. The recent one is from 1967. Any students taking French (or others) interested in having this?
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Meanwhile, I've filled up one (1) book box full of books to go away. Yeah, right now what I'm feeling is guilt - or something else...not sure what - more than anything else 'bout getting rid of books. But if'n they're going to good homes, that should make me feel better, right? *sigh*
Okay, here's the dealio. I live in the future a lot. Ditto the past. Books bridge these times. They remind me who I've been (what I've read) and perhaps who I'd like to be (stuff to read). I worry about giving up part of my identity by giving up my books. Books impact people. I can impact people in positive ways by passing books along. Right? *sigh*
I'm hoping for some sense of freedom from doing this. It's not happening yet. Okay, l'il inklings're floating by somewhat. I remember the feeling of freedom when I moved to SoCal nearly 30 years ago (ACK!) w/nearly everything I owned fitting inside my 1st car, the Pumpkin, a 1980 Datsun 210 stationwagon w/an engine about as powerful as a sewing machine (trucks passed me over the Grapevine). This ain't how my life is now. I've got stuff. Lots of stuff. Some I don't use. But I MIGHT use it, right? I might NEED it one day... Um. Likely not for much of this. Really. *sigh*
Well, at least I'm feeling good 'bout passing along my kids books. I'd always wanted to pass along my books to my kidlets, but since that ain't happening, I'm passing 'em along to those kids who're in my life these days.
From HOMER to MENANDER - Forces in Greek Poetic Fiction. This book has a certain amount of sentimental value. It was inscribed on June 11, 1955 to my father as a high school prize for Best final examination and year's work in Greek III. I don't care enough about it though to hang onto it if'n someone else would actually read it.
The Portable Greek Reader. Again, this has a certain measure of sentimental value, but if'n this sounds like your cup o' tea, I'm happy to give it to you. I'd just like it to go to a good home. (It's inscribed to my father from a friend c. Sept. 30, 1948. He kept very little throughout his life. This is one of the few things. My grandfather (his father) was a classicist for years, so there's that connection as well.)
Also, I seem to have ended up w/two (2) copies of Le Petit Larousse. I'm not really sure I need even one (1) these days and two (2) is definitely unnecessary. The recent one is from 1967. Any students taking French (or others) interested in having this?
*****
Meanwhile, I've filled up one (1) book box full of books to go away. Yeah, right now what I'm feeling is guilt - or something else...not sure what - more than anything else 'bout getting rid of books. But if'n they're going to good homes, that should make me feel better, right? *sigh*
Okay, here's the dealio. I live in the future a lot. Ditto the past. Books bridge these times. They remind me who I've been (what I've read) and perhaps who I'd like to be (stuff to read). I worry about giving up part of my identity by giving up my books. Books impact people. I can impact people in positive ways by passing books along. Right? *sigh*
I'm hoping for some sense of freedom from doing this. It's not happening yet. Okay, l'il inklings're floating by somewhat. I remember the feeling of freedom when I moved to SoCal nearly 30 years ago (ACK!) w/nearly everything I owned fitting inside my 1st car, the Pumpkin, a 1980 Datsun 210 stationwagon w/an engine about as powerful as a sewing machine (trucks passed me over the Grapevine). This ain't how my life is now. I've got stuff. Lots of stuff. Some I don't use. But I MIGHT use it, right? I might NEED it one day... Um. Likely not for much of this. Really. *sigh*
Well, at least I'm feeling good 'bout passing along my kids books. I'd always wanted to pass along my books to my kidlets, but since that ain't happening, I'm passing 'em along to those kids who're in my life these days.
