Lit break

Ok I know I talked about Hemingway in an earlier post, but I found this, and it just illustrates my point about Hemingway's style capturing the progression of human thought. From The Sun Also Rises:

"At the end of the street I saw the cathedral and walked up toward it. The first time I ever saw it I thought the facade was ugly but I liked it now. I went inside. It was dim and dark and the pillars went high up, and there were people praying, and it smelt of incense, and there were some wonderful big windows. I knelt and started to pray and prayed for everybody I thought of, Brett and Mike and Bill and Robert Cohn and myself, and all the bull-fighters, separately for the ones I liked, and lumping all the rest, then I prayed for myself again, and while I was praying for myself I found I was getting sleepy, so I prayed that the bull-fights would be good, and that it would be a fine fiesta, and that we would get some fishing. I wondered if there was anything else I might pray for, and I thought I would like to have some money, so I prayed that I would make a lot of money, and then I started to think how I would make it, and thinking of making money reminded me of the count, and I started wondering about where he was, and regretting I hadn't seen him since that night in Montmartre, and about something funny Brett told me about him, and as all the time I was kneeling with my forehead on the wood in front of me, and was thinking of myself as praying, I was a little ashamed and regretted that I was such a rotten Catholic, but realized there was nothing I could do about it, at least for a while, and maybe never, but that anyway it was a grand religion, and I only wished I felt religious and maybe I would the next time; and then I was out in the hot sun on the steps of the cathedral, and the forefingers and the thumb of my right hand were still damp, and then I felt them dry in the sun. The sunlight was hot and hard, and I crossed over beside some buildings, and walked back along side-streets to the hotel."

I can't count the number of times my mind's wandered a similar route while praying.

In other, but related, news: I've decided I'm rewarding myself for completing this term by buying myself a couple Neil Gaimon novels. Unfortunately, I find myself daydreaming about which one I'll buy as opposed to actually working. I suppose better to wander off to the world of literature than something less savory...
Ooo, anyone have any suggestions on which Neil Gaimon novel would be best to buy?

Let these two weeks fly by so that I may escape from the world of science to the world of science fiction fantasy! At least for a tiny respite.