Sunday, January 31, 2016
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THE MYSTIC SPELL
"The mystic spell of Africa is and ever was over all America."
The first line from Chapter One
Saturday, January 30, 2016
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From Pogo Evidence to the Contrary: The Complete Syndicated Comic Strips Volume 3, by Walt Kelly, edited Carolyn Kelly and Eric Reynolds
SOME FOLKS
"Some folks got all the taste an' finer sensibilities of a can of warm bait."
-- Churchy La Femme, July 1, 1954
Friday, January 29, 2016
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From The Portable Charles Lamb, edited by John Mason Brown
LE WEEK-END
"I wear my shackles more contentedly for having respired the breath of an imaginary freedom."
From On the Artificial Comedy
Thursday, January 28, 2016
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From The Portable Charles Lamb, edited by John Mason Brown
OUR MIRTH
"Our mirth and uproar went on."
From Christ's Hospital
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
"This is Me," by Bad Kid Billy. [Official Music Video]
Seems I'm in this for a hot second. I remember being asked to participate one day on the street in front of the bookstore where I work. I didn't think to ask what it was for, or even so much as the name of the song or the band. Didn't want to be late coming back from lunch. Silly bugger. The very nice young woman with the green hair also featured herein happens to work at Magus Books. She mentioned she'd seen me. Told me the name of the band, and here we are.
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From My Name is Lucy Barton, by Elizabeth Strout
SO
"So much of life seems speculation."
From page 14
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
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From A Talent to Annoy: Essays, Articles and Reviews 1929 - 1968, by Nancy Mitford
CARLYLE
"Carlyle's Frederick the Great, though dishonest to a comic degree about Frederick's morals, is a work of art; the secondary characters are brilliantly portrayed; Voltaire summed up once and for all. His French Revolution has the grandeur of a thunderstorm."
From Reading for Pleasure
Monday, January 25, 2016
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From How to Live or A Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer, by Sarah Bakewell
THE ENGLISH MONTAIGNE
"As the exuberant and anarchic home of Chaucer and Shakespeare, English seemed the right language for such an author."
From 16. Q. How to Live? A. Philosophize only by accident, Fifteen Englishmen and an Irishman
Sunday, January 24, 2016
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From The Last Essays of Elia, by Charles Lamb
DO YOU REMEMBER
"'Do you remember the brown suit, which you made to hang upon you, till
all your friends cried shame upon you, it grew so thread-bare--and all
because of that folio Beaumont and Fletcher, which you dragged home
late at night from Barker's in Covent-garden? Do you remember how we
eyed it for weeks before we could make up our minds to the purchase,
and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock of
the Saturday night, when you set off from Islington, fearing you
should be too late--and when the old bookseller with some grumbling
opened his shop, and by the twinkling taper (for he was setting
bedwards) lighted out the relic from his dusty treasures--and when
you lugged it home, wishing it were twice as cumbersome--and when you
presented it to me--and when we were exploring the perfectness of it
(_collating_ you called it)--and while I was repairing some of the
loose leaves with paste, which your impatience would not suffer to be
left till day-break--was there no pleasure in being a poor man? or can
those neat black clothes which you wear now, and are so careful to
keep brushed, since we have become rich and finical, give you half
the honest vanity, with which you flaunted it about in that over-worn
suit--your old corbeau--for four or five weeks longer than you should
have done, to pacify your conscience for the mighty sum of fifteen--or
sixteen shillings was it?--a great affair we thought it then--which
you had lavished on the old folio. Now you can afford to buy any book
that pleases you, but I do not see that you ever bring me home any
nice old purchases now.'"
From Old China
Saturday, January 23, 2016
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From Tom Jones, Volume Two, by Henry Fielding
AND NOW
"And now, reader, as we are in haste to attend our heroine, we will leave to thy sagacity to apply all this to the Boeotian writers, and to those authors who are their opposites. This thou wilt be abundantly able to perform without our aid. Bestir thyself therefore on this occasion; for, though we will always lend thee proper assistance in difficult places, as we do not, like some others, expect thee to use the arts of divination to discover our meaning, yet we shall not indulge thy laziness where nothing but thy own attention is required; for thou art highly mistaken if thou dost imagine that we intended, when we began this great work, to leave thy sagacity nothing to do; or that, without sometimes exercising this talent, thou wilt be able to travel through our pages with any pleasure or profit to thyself."
From Chapter IX
Friday, January 22, 2016
Daily Dose
From The Portable Charles Lamb, edited by John Mason Brown
YOURS
"Your letter was just what a letter should be, crammed and very funny."
From a letter to Thomas Manning, dated 15th February, 1802
Thursday, January 21, 2016
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From The Portable Charles Lamb, edited by John Mason Brown
THEORY
"My theory is to enjoy life, but the practice is against it."
From a letter to William Wordsworth, dated 20th March, 1822
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
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From The Portable Charles Lamb, edited by John Mason Brown
THE TRICK AND MYSTERY
"I have something to do in these book-clubs, and know the trick and mystery of it. Every new publication that is likely to make a noise, must be had at any rate. By some they are devoured with avidity. These would have been readers in the old time I speak of. The only loss is, that for the good old reading of Addison or Fielding's days is substituted that never-ending flow of thin novelties which are kept up like a ball, leaving no possible time for better things, and threatening in the issue to bury or sweep away from the earth the memory of their cobbler predecessors."
From Readers Against the Grain
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
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DISRELISHING FELLOW
"Whatever is, is to me a matter of taste or distaste; or when once it becomes indifferent, it begins to be disrelishing. I am, in plainer words, a bundle of prejudices—made up of likings and dislikings—the veriest thrall to sympathies, apathies, antipathies. In a certain sense, I hope it may be said of me that I am a lover of my species. I can feel for all indifferently, but I cannot feel towards all equally. The more purely-English word that expresses sympathy will better explain my meaning. I can be a friend to a worthy man, who upon another account cannot be my mate or fellow. I cannot like all people alike."
From Imperfect Sympathies
Monday, January 18, 2016
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From Henry IV, Part One, by William Shakespeare
LONG TIME
“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?”
From Act II, Scene 4
Sunday, January 17, 2016
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LACKING
"Lacking a fundamental comprehension of how science works, the siren song of pseudoscience becomes too alluring to resist, no matter how smart you are."
From Chapter 19, Smart People Believe Weird Things
Saturday, January 16, 2016
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From Through the Looking Glass, by Lewis Carroll
HELPFUL
"The new words, in the poem 'Jabberwocky', have given rise to some differences of opinion as to their pronunciation: so it may be well to give instructions on that point also. Pronounce 'slithy' as if it were the two words 'sly, the': make the 'g' hard in 'gyre' and 'gimble': and pronounce 'rath' to rhyme with 'bath'."
From the author's 1896 Preface
Friday, January 15, 2016
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SANS PEUR
“Am Continuing my life in original role of son of a bitch sans peur et sans rapproche.”
From a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, dated 1 December 1926
Thursday, January 14, 2016
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From The Letters of Charles and Mary Lamb, edited by E. V. Lucas
WHAT IT IS
"Do you know what it is to succumb under an insurmountable day-mare,—"a whoreson lethargy," Falstaff calls it,—an indisposition to do anything, or to be anything,—a total deadness and distaste,—a suspension of vitality,—an indifference to locality,—a numb, soporifical, good-for-nothingness,—an ossification all over,—an oyster-like insensibility to the passing events,—a mind-stupor,—a brawny defiance to the needles of a thrusting-in conscience."
From a letter to Bernard Barton, dated January 9th, 1824
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
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From Henry IV, Part One, by William Shakespeare
MARRY, THEN,
“Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the night’s body be called thieves of the day’s beauty. Let us be Diana’s foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon, and let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.”
From Act One, Scene 2
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
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From The Essays of Elia, by Charles Lamb
ME NEITHER
"I am no Quaker at my food. I confess I am not indifferent to the kinds of it. Those unctuous morsels of deer's flesh were not made to be received with dispassionate services. I hate a man who swallows it, affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters."
From Grace Before Meat
Monday, January 11, 2016
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From The Letters of Charles and Mary Lamb 1821 - 1842, edited by E. V. Lucas
AND YET
"And yet I am accounted by some people a good man. How cheap that character is acquired! Pay your debts, don't borrow money, nor twist your kittens neck off, or disturb a congregation, &c.— your business is done. I know things (thoughts or things, thoughts are things) of myself which would make every friend I have fly me as a plague patient."
From a letter to Bernard Barton, dated February 25, 1824.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Daily Dose
From The Letters of Charles and Mary Lamb 1796 - 1820, edited by E. V. Lucas
SQUEEZE
"Good Heaven! what a bit only I've got left! How shall I squeeze all I know into this morsel!"
From a letter to Thomas Manning, dated December 5, 1806
Saturday, January 9, 2016
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BLAST
"Confusion blast all mercantile transactions, all traffick, exchange of commodities, intercourse between nations, all the consequent civilization and wealth and amity and link of society, and getting rid of prejudices, and knowlege of the face of the globe—and rot the very firs of the forest that look so romantic alive, and die into desks. Vale."
From a letter to William Wordsworth, dated April 28, 1815
Friday, January 8, 2016
Daily Dose
From Skeptic: Viewing the World with a Rational Eye, by Michael Shermer
DEFAULT
“Skepticism is the default position because the burden of proof is on the believer, not the skeptic.”
From Chapter 33 Rupert's Resonance
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Daily Dose
From Thus Spoke Zarathustra, by Friedrich Nietzsche, translated by Walter Kaufmann
TEN
"Ten times a day you must laugh and be cheerful; else you will be disturbed at night by your stomach, this father of gloom."
From On the Teachers of Virtue
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
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MERELY
“What distinguishes the creative genius from the merely talented is not knowledge or intelligence but vision. As the German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer said, ‘Talent hits a target no one else can hit; genius hits a target no one else can see.’“
From Chapter Four, Genius Is Practical: Edinburgh
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
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From Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of a Fist, by Sunil YapaHOW
“Son, how easily an open heart can be poisoned, how quickly love becomes the seeds of rage. Life wrecks the living.”
From Chapter 20
Monday, January 4, 2016
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From Europe in Sepia, by Dubravka Ugresic, translated by David Williams
IN HER
"And, in her, in a moment of premonition, I caught a glimpse of a potential 'executor.' The image scurried past me like a mouse's thin shadow. Yes, one day she'll be sitting in a publishing house somewhere, deciding whether to acquire my book, or she'll work at a newspaper, if there are still newspapers, and ever so sure of herself pass judgement on my work (didn't she say she was studying literary criticism?). The girl looked at me with her vacant stare, and I asked myself how it was I hadn't noticed it before, the mouse's shadow. Look, how many there are, everywhere..."
From Mice Shadows
