In the days when there was the time and energy to read and be read to in bed, the DH used to read the occasional page or two of philosophy to me (romantic eh?). Just whatever he was reading. A page or two is probably hyperbole. It only took a paragraph or two before I was off in the land of nod, snoring happily. I always thought it was the subject matter - to me, reading philosophy is about as fun as watching paint dry.
But the other day we discovered it's not the subject matter at all - it's the DH's sonorous and extremely boring voice!
So I am re-monikering him Captain Boringvoice, or CB for short. If Milkbaby's having trouble getting to sleep, they just settle in for some light reading, a little Nietzche or a few pages of Emily Carr's autobiography. "I'm quite enjoying it", says CB. A few pages is all it takes, and Milkbaby is fast asleep.
|Nietzche says go the fuck to sleep. Seriously.|