Thursday, November 27, 2014

Breakfast at the Bookstore #12

Cookery Is My One Vanity

Daily Dose

From Poems: Feasts and Fasts, by Christina Rossetti


Earth grown old, yet still so green,
Deep beneath her crust of cold
Nurses fire unfelt, unseen:
Earth grown old.

We who live are quickly told:
Millions more lie hid between
Inner swathings of her fold.

When will fire break up her screen?
When will life burst thro' her mould?
Earth, earth, earth, thy cold is keen,
Earth grown old.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Dining with a Kalmuck Prince

Daily Dose

From The Sea, the Sea, by Iris Murdoch


"The scarred lip gave a twisted male force to his pretty mouth."

From page 310

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Mencken's First Books

Daily Dose

From Felix Holt, The Radical, by George Eliot


"Felix felt himself in danger of getting into a rage.  There is hardly any mental misery worse than that of having our own serious phrases, our own rooted beliefs, caricatured by a charlatan or a hireling.  He began to feel the sharp lower edge of his tin pint-measure, and to think it a tempting misale."

From Chapter XI