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Ignore the username, I was 14 and liked Little Man Tate.

I really like it when my 6 displayed artists' photos are all in black and white.

I like music, I like books.
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http://www.librarything.com/catalog/GordonComstock


However, he was always to be found in the fields with the reapers and haymakers, something which brought inestimable pleasure to his gentle ears. The sweep of more than ten shining scythes in unison; the noise of grass falling in orderly rows; the reapers breaking into song- gay songs for welcoming guests, sad ones for farewells; calm, fresh evenings- and what evenings! How free and pure the air is then! How everything springs to life! The steppe flames with red, then blue, simply burning with the colours of the flowers. Quails, bustards, gulls, grasshoppers, thousands of insects- all of them whistling, buzzing and chirping away, then breaking into one melodious chorus! Nothing is silent for one moment and the sun sets and hides below the horizon. Ah, how fresh and good it is! Here and there fires are lit in the fields, copper cauldrons are set up and the reapers gather round them. Steam rises from the dumplings. Dark turns to grey... It is hard to say how Ivan Fyodorovich felt at these times. He would stand next to the reapers and forget to help himself to dumplings, a dish he was very fond of, standing motionless and following the flight of a gull disappearing into the heavens, or counting the sheaves of harvested wheat strung out over the fields like beads.

-Nikolai Gogol


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