Post by Toris Lorinaitis on Dec 24, 2010 11:58:55 GMT -5
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Books. They were a sanctuary for the silent soul, the inspiration for the inquiring mind, the hearth at a journey's end, the beginning of a new adventure. Books were a world of their own, yet they were the world's most prized possession. A book could do things that a voice could not, would not dare to do. It could shake people, move people, lift people, lose people; it had to the power to start a revolution. With so much power in a single book, though, what could be said about the collection of books, the mass storage of books in a single location; yes, libraries were godly. They had to be to contain so much power in one place. Libraries, like archives of the world's greatness, held near every book imaginable. From historical reality to scientific fantasy, from helpful guides to enjoyable comics, from propaganda to magazines, if one wished to find it, it's most likely at the library, awaiting the request.
Who else would be requesting the books but the quiet foreign student, looking desperately for that which he knows best. For as long as he could remember, the magic of books had kept him entertained and kept him company when he was lonely, seeming to understand him better than anyone around him ever would. True, he had gone to the library for the purpose of finding books on English Grammar and Vocabulary, hoping to be able to learn more about the language that was so odd to him and so different from any of the languages he had learned. And as if matters weren't horrible as it was, he had to take it this as a class- a class that he would not be doing well in- and this scared him endlessly. It was so difficult to convince his supervisor to let him leave the country, let alone go back to school; with poor grades, he'd surely be taken back to Russia to work for the company's C.E.O. as his personal servant again, and that didn't have a very nice sound to it...
He couldn't help if he got... a little bit distracted while looking for the books he needed for his studies... How was he supposed to know that the fiction section was by the language section? Besides, Toris Lorinaitis, a devoted student, saw no harm in doing something that would make him happy in the grand scheme of things. So he browsed the books of fiction and fantasy that so joyfully interested Toris, though he could not understand all of the words that he read on the back of the books. Whatever those words were, they sounded nice. Toris had a love of this complicated English language and all its complexities and curiosities. It rolled off the tongue in awkward ways and the sentences were confusing at times, but in the end, the lolling words seemed poetic and beautiful. But it was still difficult to learn. At least their alphabet was similar to the Lithuanian one, minus their weird letters like "keyu" and "double yew" and "ecks".
What was the deal with "ecks" anyway? It was such a useless letter... it had no sound of its own, it just sort of stole sounds from other letters and made pronouncing things so much more difficult. The English were weird with their words, and even more so with their phrases. But it was nothing to worry about, because Toris was learning relatively quickly. He was good at blending into a culture in Poland and in Russia, even if he wasn't particularly popular or cared for. He would blend here as well, like a chameleon or something, as long as it meant being able to learn... And maybe he should learn... Maybe this "ecks" was there to present a challenge to Tori, one that he would have to master. Sure he could say the "ecks" and sometimes recognize how it was used, but he didn't ACCEPT the "ecks" or like the "ecks". Maybe learning to tolerate the foul letter would make a difference in his grades....
Departing from the fiction books, after picking out a few, Toris made his way to the language area where he looked for books that included the words "English" and "Grammar" in close proximity. It was harder than he thought to find, seeing as the books in the section were mostly for foreign languages such as Spanish, Italian, French, Japanese, Portuguese, and Russian. But no Lithuanian, no Lietuvos, and no shock. He carried the pile of books his arms now, and, remembering the layout of the library, recalled he could probably cut through an aisle to get to the exit faster. So, he chose the non-fiction aisle, close to where he was regardless and walked briskly, his arms beginning to tire already from the book being held at an awkward angle. Toris saw the other there, a young man, but looked to the side as not to disturb him. But, in looking to the side, he dropped a book, one of the thicker grammatical books, right by the young man. And Toris sighed.
"U-Uh... Excuse me, but, eh.... Could you be helping to me and get that book?"
Books. They were a sanctuary for the silent soul, the inspiration for the inquiring mind, the hearth at a journey's end, the beginning of a new adventure. Books were a world of their own, yet they were the world's most prized possession. A book could do things that a voice could not, would not dare to do. It could shake people, move people, lift people, lose people; it had to the power to start a revolution. With so much power in a single book, though, what could be said about the collection of books, the mass storage of books in a single location; yes, libraries were godly. They had to be to contain so much power in one place. Libraries, like archives of the world's greatness, held near every book imaginable. From historical reality to scientific fantasy, from helpful guides to enjoyable comics, from propaganda to magazines, if one wished to find it, it's most likely at the library, awaiting the request.
Who else would be requesting the books but the quiet foreign student, looking desperately for that which he knows best. For as long as he could remember, the magic of books had kept him entertained and kept him company when he was lonely, seeming to understand him better than anyone around him ever would. True, he had gone to the library for the purpose of finding books on English Grammar and Vocabulary, hoping to be able to learn more about the language that was so odd to him and so different from any of the languages he had learned. And as if matters weren't horrible as it was, he had to take it this as a class- a class that he would not be doing well in- and this scared him endlessly. It was so difficult to convince his supervisor to let him leave the country, let alone go back to school; with poor grades, he'd surely be taken back to Russia to work for the company's C.E.O. as his personal servant again, and that didn't have a very nice sound to it...
He couldn't help if he got... a little bit distracted while looking for the books he needed for his studies... How was he supposed to know that the fiction section was by the language section? Besides, Toris Lorinaitis, a devoted student, saw no harm in doing something that would make him happy in the grand scheme of things. So he browsed the books of fiction and fantasy that so joyfully interested Toris, though he could not understand all of the words that he read on the back of the books. Whatever those words were, they sounded nice. Toris had a love of this complicated English language and all its complexities and curiosities. It rolled off the tongue in awkward ways and the sentences were confusing at times, but in the end, the lolling words seemed poetic and beautiful. But it was still difficult to learn. At least their alphabet was similar to the Lithuanian one, minus their weird letters like "keyu" and "double yew" and "ecks".
What was the deal with "ecks" anyway? It was such a useless letter... it had no sound of its own, it just sort of stole sounds from other letters and made pronouncing things so much more difficult. The English were weird with their words, and even more so with their phrases. But it was nothing to worry about, because Toris was learning relatively quickly. He was good at blending into a culture in Poland and in Russia, even if he wasn't particularly popular or cared for. He would blend here as well, like a chameleon or something, as long as it meant being able to learn... And maybe he should learn... Maybe this "ecks" was there to present a challenge to Tori, one that he would have to master. Sure he could say the "ecks" and sometimes recognize how it was used, but he didn't ACCEPT the "ecks" or like the "ecks". Maybe learning to tolerate the foul letter would make a difference in his grades....
Departing from the fiction books, after picking out a few, Toris made his way to the language area where he looked for books that included the words "English" and "Grammar" in close proximity. It was harder than he thought to find, seeing as the books in the section were mostly for foreign languages such as Spanish, Italian, French, Japanese, Portuguese, and Russian. But no Lithuanian, no Lietuvos, and no shock. He carried the pile of books his arms now, and, remembering the layout of the library, recalled he could probably cut through an aisle to get to the exit faster. So, he chose the non-fiction aisle, close to where he was regardless and walked briskly, his arms beginning to tire already from the book being held at an awkward angle. Toris saw the other there, a young man, but looked to the side as not to disturb him. But, in looking to the side, he dropped a book, one of the thicker grammatical books, right by the young man. And Toris sighed.
"U-Uh... Excuse me, but, eh.... Could you be helping to me and get that book?"
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