Anna

There's this awesome pic of a little dressed up girl, screaming screaming, with her little hands stretched out, and it's sitting right in front of me, but I'm too lazy to try and post. It's alright. I'm enough of the picture. up, smiling and yelling in frustration. 'Mornin:')

Also, the shock still keeps me up at night, living now armed with the horrific knowledge that i've been breathing all these months completely unaware that Anna dies. She's been dead and to me she's been alive and all this sudden death is disorienting...

"Contempliva"

"I don't do anything," said Anna, blushing at these searching questions.

"Don't do anything," he repeated, with a subtle smile. "That's the best method. I've been telling you for a long time," he said to Lisa, "that in order to stop being bored all you have to is not to think you're going to be bored. It's just the same as not being afraid you won't be able to fall asleep if what you're afraid of is sleeplessness. That's just what Madame Karenin has been saying."

Aside from the simple truth of this... all Anna said was "I dont do anything." And he sees a whole Toireh. Ppl. Poems. Literature. gosh. but I do love it.