Welcome to The Doodle Narrative.
The plan is simple: bite-sized pieces of literature and history, just a paragraph at a time.
The reason is simple: I have left university and I want to do something to keep the academic inside me happy.
Where to begin…
I thought of all the possible beginnings of this blog. I could start in the depths of Antiquity and share some Homer; start with the Germanic tradition and the medieval epic Beowulf; or go modern with Proust. The term literature can be quite broadly defined and on this blog, it follows my whimsy. Oh, joy. So where to start, I asked myself, and I could not answer that question clearly. As I sat in front of the bookshelf, all I knew was that
ONE thing was certain, that the white kitten had nothing to do with it: – it was the black kitten’s fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it couldn’t have had any hand in the mischief.
Don’t worry. We’ll go places. Trust me.
 Lewis Carroll,Through The Looking Glass, (1872; London: Penguin, 1994), 18.