The library, and step on it!

kxndrick:

Rijksmuseum Library | © | Kxndrick

kxndrick:

Rijksmuseum Library | © | Kxndrick

posted 1 day ago via booklover · © kxndrick with 720 notes

clairestmalo:

Daphne du Maurier about 1925

clairestmalo:

Daphne du Maurier about 1925

posted 1 day ago via clairestmalo with 80 notes

I have a question for you all, because I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately:

Which book was a life-changing read for you and why?

posted 2 days ago with 80 notes


vingtquatrefoisparseconde:

Exeter, september 2012.

Charity bookshop.

Personal work.


"…my life, for the most part, has been very stale and colorless. Dead, I mean. The world has always been an empty place to me. I was incapable of enjoying even the simplest things. I felt dead in everything I did.’ He brushed the dirt from his hands. ‘But then it changed,’ he said. ‘The night I killed that man."

posted 2 days ago via mirroir · © henrywintering with 347 notes

tardise:

Sappho, translated by Anne Carson.


punforrestpun:

three iconic Combeferre moments that nearly didn’t belong to combeferre at all.

1. “être libre, dit courfeyrac combeferre”

2. C’était Courfeyrac Combeferre, et voici ce qu’il chantait:

Si César m’avait donné
La gloire et la guerre,
Et qu’il me fallût quitter
L’amour de ma mère
Je dirais au grand César:
Reprends ton sceptre et ton char,
J’aime mieux ma mère, ô gué!
J’aime mieux ma mère.

L’accent tendre et farouche dont Courfeyrac Combeferre le chantait donnait à ce couplet une sorte de grandeur étrange. 

3.  Et Marius entendait Courfeyrac Combeferre répliquer:

—Tu as tort, Bahorel. La bourgeoisie aime la tragédie, et il faut laisser sur ce point la bourgeoisie tranquille. La tragédie à perruque a sa raison d’être, et je ne suis pas de ceux qui, de par Eschyle, lui contestent le droit d’exister. Il y a des ébauches dans la nature; il y a, dans la création, des parodies toutes faites; un bec qui n’est pas un bec, des ailes qui ne sont pas des ailes, des nageoires qui ne sont pas des nageoires, des pattes qui ne sont pas des pattes, un cri douloureux qui donne envie de rire, voilà le canard. Or, puisque la volaille existe à côté de l’oiseau, je ne vois pas pourquoi la tragédie classique n’existerait point en face de la tragédie antique.


theparisreview:

Ezra Pound at St. Elizabeths, March 1955. At the time, the poet was in the tenth year of his twelve-year confinement at the hospital for the insane in Washington, where he had been committed in lieu of standing trial for treason for his wartime support of Mussolini.

theparisreview:

Ezra Pound at St. Elizabeths, March 1955. At the time, the poet was in the tenth year of his twelve-year confinement at the hospital for the insane in Washington, where he had been committed in lieu of standing trial for treason for his wartime support of Mussolini.


"It can surely be no accident that the name Beatrice means “she who blesses” and the name Benedick derives from benedictus, “he who is blessed.” The union of these lovers, finally blessing and blessed, finds affirmation in the music and dance that concludes the play and brings all into a general harmony."
— Robert S. Miola (via yesknopemaybe)