Ah yes, the Blogiversary. One year of bringing you the hits. And the catastrophic failures. Our Countdown of Ugh concludes with the worst post of the year, as measured by your complete indifference. Nothing on this site received less love than this one. It came to you, hat in hand, a humble post seeking attention. And the Internet looked elsewhere. The Internet yawned.
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“High and fine literature is wine, and mine is only water…”
– Mark Twain
“…but everybody likes water.”
– Mark Twain
“It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.”
– Oscar Wilde
“You forget everything. The hours slip by. You travel in your chair through centuries you seem seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the course of the plot, you enter into characters, so that it seems as if it were your own heart beating beneath their costumes.”
– Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
“A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle…”
– Vladimir Nabokov
Just realized that yesterday I posted what may be the darkest, most morbid post yet. On Valentine’s Day.
Hey, at least it had “love” in the title!
In any case, let’s look at something more optimistic.
“Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!”
– Anne Frank
“Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.”
– Marcel Proust