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May 01, 2008 |
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And Again Those Eyes
FOUND by Jess Theorin
in New Haven, Connecticut
I found this in a used copy of the novel "Spider" by Patrick McGrath, bought used from Amazon.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
Ah yes, those eyes!
I swear, I just got home from having my eyebrows done. I'm waiting on someone to call me a "sweet eyed beauty".
Waiting... ahem....
nevermind.
The novel "Spider" - sweet eyes - those eyes - spiders have eight eyes - quiet intent - writing - "Charlotte's Web"
My stream of consciousness could be described as muddy. "Spider" is a pretty disturbing little novel - strange to have such a tender note within the pages...
nice note, and not even a little bit creepy.
"I sat in front of you and appreciated your loveliness..." Does this person have eyes in the back of their head? I thought only my mother had those! LOL one day my six year old was clamoring behind me saying..."mommy didn't you see what I just did?" I replied, "No, silly, I don't have eyes in the back of my head!" Right then I blew the greatest kid crime deterrent weapon I could have had. Ah, well, I never believed mom anyway.
For just a second I read 'loveliness' as 'howliness'. Adds a while new dimension.
@Lizzy B, all it takes it knowing that sweet-eyed beauty is there. The embarassing part is when she gets up quietly and leaves, and a sloe-eyed drifter sits down in her place, only you don't know it and keep thikning you're feeling the vibe of those sweet eyes -- only they're gone -- and then you casually turn around to catch a subtle glance ... and ... ACK!
But what I want to know is did she ever get the book back (and kept this note as a reminder)? Or did the secret sdmirer keep the book (and hopeful note) until it got sold?
creepy. BIG TIME.
@ Wednesday
Did you know the creepiness is 100% dependent upon the attractiveness of the note-writer?
Almost sounds like the movie or book "MISERY". And we all know who the sweet- eyed-beauty is....
"Intent to writing"-- is that anything like intent to kill? I remember a charge that often appeared in our local newspaper, but was never elaborated upon: "Loitering with intent." I suppose they meant "on the up in case there was something worth stealing/vandalising". Our sloe-eyed beauty, however, is charged with "loveliness with intent to writing."
A peaceful sort of insurgence, and one we need more of.
@ LIZZY B- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! You made my day!!
He's sounds like a goofball, but I like the word loveliness. My first boyfriend used to call me that. He was a goofball.
I love this letter. The observations and pet name stuff from a semi-complete stranger is defiantly tip-toeing on the borderline of creepiness, but I love it just the same.
The most I ever got in class was:
Do you like me? Circle one:
Yes. No. Maybe so.
At first, I thought he was saying he stole her book and appreciated her lowliness.
After a second read, I think he stole her book, then handed it back to her as if she had accidentally left it behind...and he wants to molest her loveliness.
No love for all the cross-eyed and lazy-eyed girls of the world.
Gaaaahhh!! My eyes! My eyes!!
I wonder if this dude wrote the note with his eyes closed. There are lines ON THE PAPER! Use them!!
I'd get rid of the book and note immediately, too, if some guy slipped this note into it.
I think the writer did not finish the note it seems like there was more to be said. I'd love to be called a Sweet eyed beauty...
I wonder how old this note is. When was the book written? His writing style is very eloquent.
Ew, ew, ew. RUN.
..."if this is your book and you reclaim it...." yah, and then what happens?
...'the quiet of your intent to writing'? What?
The man can't even write English. Well, he was distracted. I would imagine she wasn't impressed though, assuming she ever saw the note.
But if he sat in front of her, what was he doing looking around at her eyes? She must have seen him sneaking a peep.
In which case she no doubt thought he was CREEPY too. Urgh, nasty pervy old man with poetic aspirations. Or young ditto, which is even worse.
He could have just left a note saying 'You are beautiful', which would be much nicer and less creepy. (Not even 'I think you are beautiful', which is intrusive of himself.)
Presumably Mr Creepy didn't actually smile at her, or she might have smiled back and then he could have said hello and they could have gone for a nice cup of tea together and there would be no need to leave her a note. Hmmm.
Wonder where she'd left the book. On a bus, is my guess. In which case the person in the Lost Property office didn't see the note, or rolled his/her eyes and slipped it back in the book (in the spirit of Found) before putting it in with a job lot to sell off to Amazon.
It's kind of nice.... but in a really, really creepy way.
@CarlaSue- I think your eyebrows are fantastic!
"Sweet eyed" makes me think of those lizards that lick their eyeballs to moisten them. Or that old lady I saw on TV once, who licks peoples' eyeballs to get whatever's stuck in their eyes.. out.
I wonder what flavor my eyes are. I'd guess salty.
today maybe they taste like beer.
Lizzy B, assuming the author is a man and the object is a woman, he could see her while sitting in front of her because he is facing her. He can't properly admire her if he is sitting behind her. And don't worry about the tip off about the not having eyes in the back of your head, just tell them you're psychic, that's what I do.
After leaving this note, James Blunt went back to finishing the lyrics to "You're Beautiful" ...
If she is anything like me, this could have been the greatest book she has ever read, but now due to Creepy McCreepster can no longer stand the thought of it because this lovely note has ruined it for her forever.
The general public ruins things for me all the time. Napoleon Dynamite for instance... was decently funny the first time I saw it... then it got overquoted (and still is to this day) by EVERYONE. It now makes me sick. If I ever hear another "your mom goes to college" or "Tina, come get your food," I might actually perform some random act of violence on said offender.
I must admit I've been wondering about the sequence of this story. Was seller of the used book on Amazon the person to whom the note was written? Or, was Mr. Creepy the seller of the book, after having purloined it from her reading table as she took a powder break, then mysteriously slipping out of the book shop with it hidden under his trenchcoat, getting home and hastily writing the note, and listing the book on Amazon, hoping the sweet-eyed beauty would search all over for her stolen book, finally logging onto the internet, in a last desperate attempt to find the perpetrator by finding her book for sale? OR, is "Jess" the sweet-eyed beauty? It's all so confusing!!! If sweet eyes sold the book with the note inside, did she somehow want Mr. Creepy to get on the internet and find it for sale, so he could know that she knew that he knew that she knew...etc.......Help! My brain is exploding!!!!
Get a grip, Ironclad. Gosh.....
Terrie, if you sit facing someone, you surely say you are sitting 'opposite' them, not 'in front of' them? Or perhaps he is her oculist and dare not speak his lurve.
@Always wondering: am I the only person on earth who keeps expecting to see Christopher Walken lick his eyeballs?
OK, maybe I am.
Never mind.
I still think Napoleon Dynamite is funny. Just reading those quotes again makes me laugh.
@baby basil: I can definitely see Christopher Walken licking his eyeballs. The guy is creepy! I've never thought about it before now, but now that you mention it, licking his eyeballs seems like something he would do just to creep poeople out!!!
You could say that, Jonathan, but it would be technically and not so creepily romantic.
@Jonathan: You use of "lurve" resulted in my almost choking on a mouthful of smarties: New favorite word! (Right up there with “smarm,” “milqtoast,” and “twaddle.”)
@Coffee-don't forget "burgle" (and one of my favorites, "vulva")!
@ LMA, super! Made me do a big laugh. Down side is I now have that bloody song stuck in my head.
I don't think this is that creepy. Maybe this was a very kind hearted chap, or woman, who put it in a random book so that whoever opened it would get all warm and confident for a bit. If I got a book that had a note saying someone had been appreciating my loveliness I'd be dead chuffed, even if I knew deep down that it probably hadn't been written for me. Always happy to have an ego boost.
Maybe this was written by someone Ms. Sweet Eyes knows in sort of a joking way. I can remember pretending not to know my boyfriend so that we could flirt with each other from across the room as if we were strangers. I cannot imagine a random guy having the guts to tell a girl he doesn't know that he was watching her, note or not. Unless he was kind of deranged.
Why don't I get creepy lust notes?
I don't understand why almost everyone who's read this note finds it Creepy. Has the World really degenerated so far that we are immediately suspicious of someone's motives just because we don't know them? Why assume this guy's a creep, not the opposite? Which is that he is sincere and
(it sounds like) a little love-struck.
Or maybe the problem is that the women on this board don't want a nice guy and so don't know what to do when one shows up.
If this is the way things really are, then stop the World I want to get off.
can you say YIKES !!!!!@ carlaSue your eyebrows look wonderful
Fie on you lily-livered milquetoast! Enough of your twaddle and smarm! Say not that you lurve me (or even my eyes), you shall not burgle my vulva this night or any other. Now hence, begone, leave me to my book, for I am quietly intent on writing. And pray do not sit in front of me, you are occluding my view.
Christopher Walken talks weird and yet cool at the same time.
Jonathan you sure have a way with words. English words and otherwise. Amazing.
Upon rereading the find, I'm visualizing the scene in a library with those big old oak tables. They were sitting across from each other. She writing, he intent on her intent to write. The table was so wide, it was easy not to notice him. She got up and left. There was already a book on the table when he sat down there, and he didn't know if it belonged to her or not. He hoped so. So he left the note in the book. But the book wasn't hers. Perhaps the actual book owner came to reclaim it. Perhaps not. Perhaps no one saw the note at all until the book was bought on Amazon.
Jonathan, that is awe-inspiring. I like to think I'm a bit of a wordsmith myself, but I can't even hold a candle to your masterful musings!
A pox o'your throat, you bold, blasphemous, uncircumcised dog!
Shakespeare said it best. You want some round, sonorous insults, read "The Tempest" and look for Caliban's part.
Or MacBeth. I love "Aroint thee, witch!" And it means just exactly what you think it does. Arrrroint thee!
@Smallbear. I myself was merely referring to the gentleman (assuming that he is) in our tale as "Mr. Creepy" as a means of identification as I drew out my possible scenarios. Perhaps I was remiss. If I had been the one to receive that note, admittedly, I would have found it seductive and exciting! Right now my man is outside building a bonfire and burning scrap wood and yard waste, (with a giant grin on his face)..<sigh>, you're right, Smallbear, Romance is dead. LOL
Thanks Lizzy B I feel a little more hopeful after reading your comment.:)
I worked at Barnes & Noble long enough to know that a creep wrote this for sure. Probably one of those jobless n'er-do-wells who lurks around the bookstore every day prowling for fresh meat in the form of unsuspecting readers.
P.S. At first I thought it said "appreciating your lowliness."
OMG Jonathan, thanks for getting me in trouble at work! When I got to "you shall not burgle my vulva" I laughed so loud my boss appeared instantly in my door and saw I was not working! Now I can't even think about burgle or vulva or I have to pretend to cough.
We just sold our 1992 Vulva wagon. I'm gonna miss that car. Very reliable, but high mileage.
Lizzy, I'll bet there are some people whose vulvas could also be described as reliable, but with high mileage...
This is lovely. Don't you all wish someone would call you a sweet eyed beauty. Such a lovely note filled with terms of endearment. Sigh...
I like it I think it's sweet.
I wouldn't need to know who it was, I would just appreciate it.
But then again, I do believe in fate.
Reminds me of an e.e. cummings poem (the one that goes 'nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands' - might have mis-quoted). I do not know if that alters its status re: creepy/not creepy.
I am inclined to say 'sweet' rather than creepy. He is admiring her from afar, not following her home and standing on the other side of the window, in the dark, breathing.
At least, let's hope not.
Everyone looks more attractive when they're reading. It is exam season at my university, yet I know at least one guy who spends a lot of his time in the library just ogling pretty girls as they make notes/pad around in bare feet gathering books from the shelves.