November 2009
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Out in the street it seemed to Rieux that the night was full of whispers....
– Albert Camus, The Plague
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Ignota navitas
Occulta Mors
– (“Birth unknown, death mysterious”) from the grave of Kaspar Hauser
A Reader's Manifesto →
“People like Passaro, of course, tend to think that anyone indifferent to the latest “smart” authors must be vegetating in front of the television, or at best silently mouthing through a Tom Clancy thriller. The truth is that a lot of us are perfectly happy with literature written before we were born—and why shouldn’t we be? The notion that contemporary fiction possesses...
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…he now all at once, while he rode, encased himself, body and soul, in the...
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C’est magnifique — mais ce n’est pas le guerre.
– General Bosquet (observing the charge of the light brigade)
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A damp heart must be a foul thing to be sure. But who ever heard of one?
– Reveries of a Bachelor
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They say a Witch will sail in a Sieve — But I believe the Devil wou’d not...
– William Congreve, Love for Love
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Tech via vocabulary →
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Ashes always come after Blaze.
– Reveries of a Bachelor
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A Nymph and a Swain to Apollo once pray’d,
The Swain had been jilted, the...
– William Congreve, Love for Love
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O see me no more,— for thou wert born amongst Rocks, suckl’d by Whales,...
– William Congreve, Love for Love
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Valentine: …I lov’d a Woman, and lov’d her so long, that I...
– William Congreve, Love for Love
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Herodotus was right →
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Besides, you are a Woman, you must never speak what you think: Your Words must...
– William Congreve, Love for Love
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Well, if he be but as great a Sea-Beast, as she is a Land-Monster, we shall have...
– William Congreve, Love for Love
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A loaf of bread and a clean collar; what does man want more?
– Sherlock Holmes
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Fondlewife: Come, Sir, who are you, in the first place? And what are you?...
– Congreve, The Old Batchelor
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