'Twas a small group yesterday when Arlene, standing in for Jennifer, led the book club in a discussion of the
wonderful-to-some, less-wonderful-to-others The Cave, penned by the Portuguese Jose Saramago (then translated by Margaret Jill Costa), a writer who shares his dystopian allegory of Plato's cave tantalizingly sprinkled with Nietzsche's eternal return, using a story populated by a loving family of three, a father, a daughter, and a son in law, no four, I forgot Found the dog, no five, if one includes the widow Isaura, which really is a must as she rescued Found, the dog, not to mention (but there, you see, I mentioned) Cipriano Algor, who is the father as well as our protagonist, all of whom came together to warm our brains, or at least some of our brains, ok let's be honest, Arlene's brain as well as moi (all those language podcasts weren't for nothing), with their story, told with a paucity of periods, a dearth of paragraphs, and a curious manner of dialogue that well-represents the back and forth though when captured on the printed or e-inked page there can be a cost for some confusion, a feeling of uncertainty as to the source of said speech.
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The Cave, wonderful-to some, less-wonderful to others, penned by the Portuguese Jose Saramago (then translated by Margaret Jill Costa), a writer who shares his dystopian allegory of Plato's cave tantalizingly-sprinkled with Nietzsche's eternal return, using a story populated by a loving family of three, a father, a daughter, and a son in law, no four, I forgot Found the dog, no five, if one includes the widow Isaura, which really is a must as she rescued Found, the dog, not to mention (but there, you see, I mentioned) Cipriano Algor, who is the father as well as our protagonist, all of whom came together to warm our brains, or at least some of our brains, ok lets be honest, Arlene's brain as well as moi (all those language podcasts werent for nothing), with their story, told with a paucity of periods, a dearth of paragraphs, and a curious manner of dialogue that well-represents the back and forth though when captured on the printed or e-inked page there can be a cost for some confusion, a feeling of uncertainty as to the source of said speech.
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'Twas a small group yesterday when Arlene, standing in for Jennifer, lead us in a discussion of the wonderful-to some, less-wonderful to others, The Cave, penned by the Portuguese Jose Saramago (then translated by Margaret Jill Costa), a writer who shares his dystopian allegory of Plato's cave tantalizingly-sprinkled with Nietzsche's eternal return, using a story populated by a loving family of three, a father, a daughter, and a son in law, no four, I forgot Found the dog, no five, if one includes the widow Isaura, which really is a must as she rescued Found, the dog, not to mention (but there, you see, I mentioned) Cipriano Algor, who is the father as well as our protagonist, all of whom came together to warm our brains, or at least some of our brains, ok lets be honest, Arlene's brain as well as moi (all those language podcasts werent for nothing), with their story, told with a paucity of periods, a dearth of paragraphs, and a curious manner of dialogue that well-represents the back and forth though when captured on the printed or e-inked page there can be a cost for some confusion, a feeling of uncertainty as to the source of said speech.