.... and sometimes I wonder

if the universe is trying to tell me something because today while I was reading, this one line jumped out at me:

The half-wit sat on the floor and laughed fervently as he pulled apart pieces of wool.
                                    - Iceland's Bell, Halldór Laxness

Comments

[Ellen]

Uh oh. I think that refers to me.

[Lee Ann]

I resemble that remark.

[Sara]

snort - you're in good company at least. Half-wits, all of us apparently...

[margene]

I see every one of us in that sentence. Just found out that the spindle class I'm taking next month includes a bit of Icelandic for us to spin. I'll think of you with every twist.

[mamacate]

Lee Ann beat me to it.

[Marcy, Not so Blogless]

Shit, we ALL resemble that remark! Glad to see you're also catching up on your important literature, TMW. :D

[Manise]

I love that line- that's all of us indeed!

[Beth S.]

In Iceland, even the village idiot can appreciate good wool. What a great country! ;-)

[Sonja]

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

that's funny

ha ha ha ha ha

[adelaide]

As a total outsider, I must come to the defense of the knitters/spinners I find so interesting and enjoyable. Please note -- the half-wit is referred to as "he." Ahem. . . .

[Rachel H]

Yes. But I'm good with that. ;o)

[Juno]

"Enter Cassandra, raving, with her hair about her ears." Troilus & Cressida.

[Dorothy B]

Sounds oddly familiar ...

[shelly]

BWHAAHAHAH!