Friday, 5 March 2010

Finnish wisdom

Following up on the last post, here's a rather different allusion to Finnishness, this time in the opening chapter of F. Scott Fitzgerald's novel The Great Gatsby:
He found the house, a weatherbeaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington, and I went out to the country alone. I had a dog - at least I had him for a few days until he ran away - and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman, who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.

2 comments:

  1. Oh yes! I read that book once and thought that was a funny one. Now I don't know what that means, to read or to read something funny. That's funny, I guess, thinking it might be simultaneous, the way it felt back then: I have fun, while reading, and reading is fun

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  2. Yes, reading is fun - but it also tells us a lot about ourselves, and about one another, I guess.

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