I think it was Prof. A.C. Grayling, in a review of ‘A History of Reading by Alberto Manguel’ who said, “To read is to fly: it is to soar to a point of vantage which gives a view over wide terrains of history, human variety, ideas, shared experience and the fruits of many inquiries.” I like to echo those sentiments in a slightly subtler way when I say “It’s good to read”. Books are great and one day, I’m going to write one and call it:
“Mocking for beginners, intermediate and advanced – We are all Mockers are we not? Yes we are and massively proud of it too. I like fish and I like it a lot. I wonder if cats appreciate jazz? I also wonder what would happen if all the traffic lights all over the world stopped working at the same time”.
When I was little, my favorite books were those that had very few words and lots of pictures. I liked to call them comic books. As I got older, I became more sophisticated and started to get into literature such as ‘My day on Sesame Street’, ‘Three Little Pigs’ and ‘How to eat fried worms’. As my taste in reading advanced, I began reading the Byzantine poets such as Paris Hilton, Right Said Fred and Leona Lewis. These days I’m more refined and into reading philosophy such as ‘Does anything eat wasps’, ‘Are these my hands’ and ‘Funny business is for clowns’.
My great-uncle Will Y taught me that great writing has one thing in common. When you read a great book, the words will leap off the page, right in front of you:
I hereby claim a First Edition, signed copy of “Mocking for Beginners, Intermediate and Advanced.” I will be very disappointed if the words don’t disintegrate and fall all over me while I’m reading it.
Be careful what you wish for Kathy. Be VERY careful! lol
So, I’m guessing someone was reading at the kitchen table when the idea for Alpha-Bits cereal same to them!
If we had Alpha-Bits over here, I would never stop playing with my food!
. . . “Are These My Hands?” Oh Bill, the comments I could write. Funny stuff! 😉
Ah there’s a story behind that. I used to work with a woman who would ask questions of everything. Before she would make a call or send an email she would ask me to have a look at what she was doing and confirm that she was right. I turned around to my boss one day and said, I wouldn’t be surprised if a certain someone doesn’t ask me if those things attached to her arms are actually her hands, one day. Seconds later, I nicknamed her “Hands”. She only left the company last year and as she was leaving I told her what I called her and she didn’t get it! Some stories just don’t end well I guess!
Somehow I knew there was a Bill Y story lurking behind that particular comment.
If words flying off the page are the signs of great literature Bill Y, then your name will be right up there with the likes of Hemingway, Shakespeare and Dickens?
How dare you compare Bill Y to those insignificant others?