"I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few fool left." The Importance of Being Earnest is an amusing read. It is a play about two friends, Algernon Moncrieff and John Worthing (Jack), who somehow found themselves both claiming to be Ernest. It basically revolves around identities, lies and social standards. (What is it

William Shakespeare A play within a play. Sly, a tinker was passed out drunk and a Lord decided to pull a prank on him, going lengths to make him believe that he was a gentleman, or a lord himself, who went lunatic. The play then shifts to Padua, where Baptista is trying to marry his daughters off, Bianca and Kate. Kate, the elder daughter and "the shrew" must be married before Bianca, thus Bianca's suitor went on a search for someone who's willing to take on Kate. I loved th

"I know why I write. I write because I must. I cannot stop. I'm driven by rage and insanity and crushing ambition." - Dan Fante (introduction) About Life "The war was over. I'd managed to avoid it, but it didn't mean a thing." "The parade of forgettable days that made up the long hazy years have always seemed to be a matter of struggling to keep my head above water, and a roof over it. It was nothing much of a life." "Like a beggar who covets the palace of the kingdom, I wan

Hating Olivia explores survival and the unfiltered realities of life. The story revolves around Liv and Max, two people bound by their shared love for writing and a dream of publishing their own books. Yet, instead of chasing creative success, they found themselves barely staying afloat, juggling odd jobs, hitting rock bottom, and slowly growing resentful of each other. You'd witness two people who were once deeply in love gradually come to despise one another, driving themse

Round and round, this endless cycle of life mapped out my fate, my freedom's a jive The path is paved, well-trodden and bare I do it blind, going through without care. My fate is decided by something unknown It's how I was born, and how I have grown Deprived of my right to decide where I'd go But there were some days, I wish I could blow. Blow up and break free from these redundancies I'm more than this cycle, please let it cease Or I would cease to exist solely from loneline