Being the Master of my Fate

Interesting blog you might want to check out.

The IDEA Bucket

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

When I was a little girl, my mother took me to the British Council Library every Saturday afternoon and she used to leave me at the children’s section. I used to sit on a little wooden stool in a corner with a pile of books beside me. I sometimes used to look at the tall-selves of the grown-up section and realize how impatient I was to grow up and borrow books from there. The small prints and the amazing titles filled me with a sense of awe. And I wanted to write something that would fill library shelves one day.

I used to, sometimes, sit at the small circular table and leaf through photo books and encyclopedias and carry story books and novels written by…

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3 thoughts on “Being the Master of my Fate

  1. Amusing that this blogging booklover references the 1939 movie for that “Land”remark
    – or was it not in the book published 3 years earlier ?

  2. In the beginning there was print.. Posted in error on Franklin entry, sorry
    | April 10, 2013 at 10:09 am Book found online, chapter 2.
    Context Father Gerald speaking –
    … the thing which, next to Ellen, he loved best in the whole world uttered
    a roar.“Do you stand there, Scarlett O’Hara, and tell me that Tara — that
    land — doesn’t amount to anything?”
    Scarlett nodded obstinately. Her heart was too sore to care whether or
    not she put her father in a temper.
    “Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything,” he shouted,
    his thick, short arms making wide gestures of indignation, “for ’tis the only
    thing in this world that lasts, and don’t you be forgetting it! ’Tis the only
    thing worth working for, worth fighting for — worth dying for.”
    “Oh, Pa,” she said disgustedly, “you talk like an Irishman!”
    “Have I ever been ashamed of it? No, ’tis proud I am. And don’t be forgetting
    that you are half Irish, Miss! And to anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them
    the land they live on is like their mother. ’Tis ashamed of you I am this minute.
    I offer you the most beautiful land in the world — saving County Meath in the
    Old Country — and what do you do? You sniff!”
    ..Kathy- that sentimental English blogger fancies herself roaming a plantation
    not imaging the realities of US slavery as the means of to maintaining them –
    not something his family had back in the old country he emigrated from..

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