Guilt, too much Guilt...

So, I did something horrible. Something I swore I would never do.


I skipped, yes, skipped three pages in 1984. It goes against everything I believe in when reading a book. I skipped approx. 50 pages, 50 wasted pages that Mr. Wells could definitely have done without - the part where he writes out the philosophy of Oceania - confusing and aggravating. I put down the book for numerous weeks (as you can tell by my lack of blogging), and then made fateful decision that if I am ever to get through this project, I just had to skip it. So I did...skimming mildly still...but, lo and behold, when I get to the end, the auther describes Wilson as not having got anything out of the book, and was no better off than he was before in understanding.

That makes two of us! Whether I am lowering myself down to Wilson's level or not, I don't care. I need to get through it. And flying I am - through the torture of Wilson Smith, and the ideals and life of freedom as we know it.

There are only 15 ish pages left - I have a feeling this does not end well, as how can it? But I'm hoping...