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Let them be 'pinioned!
''Wonderful bookcase! I rejoice in your existence ... A hundred years have not dimmed your silent summons to useful labor.''
-- The Cherry Orchard
-- The Cherry Orchard
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The Lisa Simpson Book Club: The Bookshelf of Lisa Simpson
A few of you have been asking for this for some time now, so it is with no further ado that we present the complete bookshelf of Lisa Simpson, to be updated as her book club grows.
BOOKS
The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
Ghost World, Daniel Clowes
The Adventures of Tin Tin, Hergé
Ethan Frome,…
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Great article about mobile libraries being set up throughout the city parks in Bogota, Colombia.
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“Her favorite kinds were, in this order: musicals, underworlders, westerners. In the first, real singers and dancers had unreal stage careers in an essentially grief-proof sphere of existence wherefrom death and truth were banned, and where, at the end, white-haired, dewy-eyed, technically deathless, the initially reluctant father of a show-crazy girl always finished by applauding her apotheosis on fabulous Broadway. The underworld was a world apart: there, heroic newspapermen were tortured, telephone bills ran to billions, and, in a robust atmosphere of incompetent marksmanship, villains were chased through sewers and storehouses by pathologically fearless cops (I was to give them less exercise). Finally there was the mahogany landscape, the florid-faced, blue-eyed roughriders, the prim pretty schoolteacher arriving in Roaring Gulch, the rearing horse, the spectacular stampeded, the pistol thrust through the shivered windowpane, the stupendous fist fight, the crashing mountain of dusty old-fashioned furniture, the table used as a weapon, the timely somersault, the pinned hand still groping for the dropped bowie knife, the grunt, the sweet crash of fist against chin, the kick in the belly, the flying tackle; and immediately after a plethora of pain that would have hospitalized a Hercules… nothing to show but the rather becoming bruise on the bronzed cheek of the warmed-up hero embracing his gorgeous frontier bride.”
-Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.
To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf (via the-final-sentence)
From Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard
