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		<title>Post # 342. In the Process&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 17:10:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Svetlana</dc:creator>
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Love may be blind but marriage is a real eye-opener.
 
 
It is a Saturday, a sunny and cold day in Toronto.  In 1993, February 6th was a Saturday, it was sunny in the morning and cold, the roads were slippery (talk about signs!!!), but then it warmed up enough for a real snow storm in the [...]]]></description>
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<h3>Love may be blind but marriage is a real eye-opener.</h3>
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<p>It is a Saturday, a sunny and cold day in Toronto.  In 1993, February 6<sup>th</sup> was a Saturday, it was sunny in the morning and cold, the roads were slippery (talk about signs!!!), but then it warmed up enough for a real snow storm in the night.</p>
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<p>So, today is my wedding anniversary with my first husband to whom I am no longer married.  I am not divorced from him either.  The divorce is still in the process…</p>
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<p>I often wonder when the break up really happened and who broke what… and honestly I don’t know.  The saddest part is that I still care.  The best part is… well, the best part remains to be discovered.</p>
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<p>Another chapter in my journey.  As much as I am unable to do anything these days or write anything, I could not miss this day.  I should make a post.  And, surprisingly enough it turns out to be the post # 342 (here it comes again, my number 42).  Madness?  Eccentricity? </p>
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<blockquote><p><strong>&#8220;Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Remarriage is the triumph of hope over experience&#8230;&#8221;</strong></p>
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<p><strong>&#8220;The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.&#8221; &#8211; Henny Youngman.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>&#8220;I never knew what real happiness was until I got married; and then it was too late.&#8221;</strong></p>
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<p><strong>&#8220;I think weddings are sadder than funerals, because they remind you of your own wedding. You can&#8217;t be reminded of your own funeral because it hasn&#8217;t happened. But weddings always make me cry.&#8221; &#8211; Brendan Behan (1923-64) Irish playwright.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>&#8220;Three rings of marriage: The engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering.&#8221;</strong></p>
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<p><strong>&#8220;I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.&#8221; &#8211; George Burns.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>&#8220;Marriage is for women the commonest mode of livelihood, and the total amount of undesired sex endured by women is probably greater in marriage than in prostitution.&#8221; &#8211; Bertrand Russell (1872-1970), British philosopher, Marriage and Morals.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>&#8220;Many a man owes his success to his first wife and his second wife to his success.&#8221; &#8211; Jim Backus.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>&#8220;By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you&#8217;ll be happy. If you get a bad one, you&#8217;ll become a philosopher.&#8221; &#8211; Socrates.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>&#8220;The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing &#8212; and then marry him.&#8221; &#8211;Cher</strong></p></blockquote>
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		<title>Writing is Like Prostitution</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 19:30:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Svetlana</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.” 
Moliere quotes (French Actor, Playwright and Writer the greatest of all writers of French comedy, 1622-1673)
 
The reason I looked up “prostitution” quotes today was that I was going to write about the film “Babysitters”.  The [...]]]></description>
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<p>Moliere quotes (French Actor, Playwright and Writer the greatest of all writers of French comedy, 1622-1673)</p>
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<p>The reason I looked up “prostitution” quotes today was that I was going to write about the film “Babysitters”.  The film was somewhat strange and unsettling for me.  I am certainly in the transition stage from whoever I was before and whoever I will become in the future.  I ask myself numerous questions and “the answers” from the past are no longer valid.  The struggle is to find the new answers.  I am literally changing day by day.  I do accept a lot, I forgive, maybe forget and this journey is amazing.  This is why I selected a song today “Endless Road” from the film “Niccolo Paganini”.  I know if you do not speak Russian, you do not understand the words.  Maybe I should translate?</p>
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<p>And this Moliere quote was a revelation.  It did hit the nerve.  “Writing is like prostitution.”  Certainly this word has a lot of depth to it.  Violating one’s integrity for money would be one.  I do not even want to ask the question how many of us have to do it?</p>
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<p>That brings me back to my writing about honesty which is one of my major weaknesses.</p>
<p>I am in the same loop again.  Honesty, integrity, prostitution?</p>
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