just as tall trees are known by their shadows, so are good men known by their enemies

Stiiiilllll sick. Apparently I don't notice so much if I only lay still in bed, instead of moving or getting up or showering or going to buy groceries or eating. (When I do get up to eat, I am foiled by staring at all the things in my kitchen and finding absolutely none of them appetizing. I managed to choke down some crackers and cheese earlier, but my stomach hurt afterward.)

Anyway. Here is something cool that usually only film nerds see, with bonus simultaneous bitching about my silent film professor. Who is very nice, and knows enough on the topic to include things like the following in his lectures, but who cannot lecture if his life depended on it. For example, he read this in class, and I was about to conk him over the head because OMG what a horrendous job of reading aloud. He'd lose his place and read in a monotone and then put emphasis on all the wrong words in places that didn't need emphasis and ARGH. BAD PROFESSOR. NO COOKIE.

Which is a shame, because this? Is very cool. It's the reaction of writer Maxim Gorky to his very first exposure to film:

Last night I was in the Kingdom of Shadows.

If you only knew how strange it is to be there. It is a world without sound, without colour. Every thing there—the earth, the trees, the people, the water and the air—is dipped in monotonous grey. Grey rays of the sun across the grey sky, grey eyes in grey faces, and the leaves of the trees are ashen grey. It is not life but its shadow, It is not motion but its soundless spectre....

You can find the rest here. :)

Anyway, imagine that being butchered while read aloud, and you will have a glimmer of how frustrating that class is for me.