Sometimes when I pick a book, I get that feeling that I'm way out of my league. Like that The Historian, for example, or all of Ishiguro's novel. But after I'm done with it, I know that my league has stretched further. Hah. Blah Blah blah. I don't really know why I'm talking about books when there are one too many profound conversations I had these past days, which are worth blogging about. But as it is, I'm talking about books. And I'm hungry now.