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Ok well Ive already given up with the book from the Greek girl. It was a pointless ramble of interconnections and stupid murders. It was a NYT best seller. I don't understand the shit people read and like. The other day I was looking at some womans blog, she writes for the a number of newspapers she claims and therefore I guess is a minor celebrity. On her blog she lists herself as an award winning writer. It was like from some Podunk little town years ago. Anyway her last blog entry was some drivel about children on planes, all the typical cliches. After her post it had about 70 comments from people who just raved about it. "oh the funniest thing I have ever read" "had me giggling all day" who the fuck are these morons!? Is the "general public"? The same people that go to see Die Hard 1 2 and 3? It's no wonder artist thought the years have pulled their hair out in frustration and then sunk into obscurity to finally do what they want to do even if it means remaining penniless. Its at times like this I'm always reminded of the story I read about Jack Kerouac. He had just tried yet again unsuccessfully to sell a book that every publisher had turned him down on and then read about his friend Allen Ginsgurg getting a book deal on what he thought was utter crap and in his words looked like he'd just thrown a bunch of words together as they tumbled out of his head. Kerouac wrote that right if thats what people want then thats what I'll give them and sat down and wrote On The Road.

Anyway I took the Greek girl book and 3 others that I couldn't get into that East German girl had left me and went to the nearest book shop. I'd been there a few days ago and spied a copy of Bill Bysons, A Short History on Nearly Everything. Ok not great literary reading, but it was the best Id seen at the shop and I like his style of humor and writing. So the cheeky book shop guy looks at the 4 books and looks at the one I want and asks for 100rps on top! Ok I know I didn't like the books but plenty of others will love them, so no way I say and he whines and moans, trys to offer me the same book but an older one with pages falling out. I pick up my books and tell him fine I'll go to another book shop and walk out. He comes out after me and says ok, but when I walk in he is offering to still give me the older copy but is frantically trying to glue the pages back in! saying its in fine condition. I walk out again and he comes after me again and is all miserable and says ok take the good book. Sheesh these guys are hard to deal with. You can't give them an inch or they will take you to the cleaners.

Eyes are better, less swollen, but they tear up and still itch and things are blurry. Looks like I wont leave tomorrow. I'm pretty much thinking I'll miss Rishikesh and go straight to Delhi in a couple of days.