I finally finished The Name of the Rose. Who wants to talk about it like we’re college sophomores? I’ve got some opinions about “truth.”
I only highlighted one passage because of its wonderfully self-aware absurdity, but it doubles as a pretty succinct summary of the story:
“But it is a story of theft and vengeance among monks of scant virtue!” I cried dubiously.
“Because of a forbidden book, Adso. A forbidden book!” William replied.
Mile a minute laughs!
- I was wrong about which of my injuries was worse. I spent most of the weekend hobbling around because of my knee, not my ankle.
- Apparently one of my roommates bought a grill? Also, our garbage cans are missing.
There is a 10% chance I did this while in a fugue state.
By the Numbers
Sobriety: 4/10. I ran out of aspirin and used beer as a painkiller.
Healthy Eating: 2/10. I went to the farmers’ market and still only ate garbage all weekend.
Sanity: 6/10. Meh
True Love: 1/10. I scheduled another date that won’t happen.