Comte De Monte Cristo

Here rests the thoughts of an immortal, making of what the world hath thrown at him.

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"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault--you, one of the most formidable logicians I know--and you must see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians,--that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess."

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

This is the season that I really enjoy, the colours and the wind blowing from the sea into my room! The light play of the sun onto the surface of teh sea is amazing, distant faraway islands frame the horizon. The peace and serenity of the colours of the forest and hill. The gently soft glow of evening sunlight beaming onto my desk and the fragrance of wood and trees, with the chirping of birds and the rustle of dry leaves. Its just all outside my window!

I really want to stay here forever ... Everyday should be like this, Demo .... I still have to do my maths, and I still dont know how to do alegbra.

posted by Purry The Magnificent | 5:38 PM

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