Thursday, October 11, 2007

Nobel, Schmobel. Who needs it?

Doris Lessing, recent winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, just confirmed my suspicions that it really is more fun to be old and grouchy.

I want to be her so badly, its not even funny.
Favorite quote:
"I can't say I'm overwhelmed with surprise," Lessing said. "I'm 88 years old and they can't give the Nobel to someone who's dead, so I think they were probably thinking they'd probably better give it to me now before I've popped off."


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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson