The library, and step on it!

Well, I’m off for a short holiday in the UK! I’ll be visiting Nottingham and Liverpool for about ten days, so there will be no updates and I probably won’t be answering messages either.

See you all when I get back!

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cousinbarnabas:

The first page of FRANKENSTEIN, in Mary Shelley’s own handwriting.

cousinbarnabas:

The first page of FRANKENSTEIN, in Mary Shelley’s own handwriting.


"Woolf often conceives of life this way: as a gift that you’ve been given, which you must hold onto and treasure but never open. Opening it would dispel the atmosphere, ruin the radiance—and the radiance of life is what makes it worth living. It’s hard to say just what holding onto life without looking at it might mean; that’s one of the puzzles of her books. But it has something to do with preserving life’s mystery; with leaving certain things undescribed, unspecified, and unknown; with savoring certain emotions, such as curiosity, surprise, desire, and anticipation. It depends on an intensified sense of life’s preciousness and fragility, and on a Heisenberg-like notion that, when it comes to our most abstract and spiritual intuitions, looking too closely changes what we feel. It has to do, in other words, with a kind of inner privacy, by means of which you shield yourself not just from others’ prying eyes, but from your own. Call it an artist’s sense of privacy."

Joshua Rothman's New Yorker essay on Virginia Woolf’s idea of privacy is the best thing I’ve read in ages. 

It rings especially poignant in the context of her own conflicted inner life, from her exuberant appreciation of the world’s beauty to her intense capacity for love to the deathly despair of her suicide letter.

Do yourself a favor and read Rothman’s full essay here.

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B u t  t h e n  a g a i n ,
h e  w a s  a  s p e c i a l  k i n d  o f  p e r s o n .

- ‘Guards! Guards!’ by Terry Pratchett.


"There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face."
— Lemony Snicket, The End (via seabois)
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"I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music."
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart  (via mirroir)
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unhistorical:

Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 - May 28, 2014)

INTERVIEWER

James Baldwin… said that “when you’re writing you’re trying to find out something you didn’t know.” When you write do you search for something that you didn’t know about yourself or about us? 

ANGELOU

Yes. When I’m writing, I am trying to find out who I am, who we are, what we’re capable of, how we feel, how we lose and stand up, and go on from darkness into darkness. I’m trying for that. But I’m also trying for the language. I’m trying to see how it can really sound. I really love language. I love it for what it does for us, how it allows us to explain the pain and the glory, the nuances and the delicacies of our existence. And then it allows us to laugh, allows us to show wit. Real wit is shown in language. We need language.

More about the life and works of Maya Angelou


megsokay:

accioslothsplease:

JK Rowling’s new update about Harry, Ron, Hermione, and friends.

"Does Hermione Granger prove that a witch can have it all? (No — look at her hair.)"


"There is no final one; revolutions are infinite."
We, Yevgeny Zamyatin (via elucipher)