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Margaret Fuller – Summer on the lakes, during 1843

“For here there is no escape from the weight of a perpetual creation; all other forms and motions come and go, the tide rises and recedes, the wind, at its mightiest, moves in gales and gusts, but here is really an incessant, an indefatigable motion. Awake or asleep, there is no escape, still this rushing round you and through you. It is in this way I have most felt the grandeur – somewhat eternal, if not infinite.”

In my book bag – July 14th

Sloan Wilson – The man in the gray flannel suit

“‘I’ve been through one war. Maybe another one’s coming. If one is, I want to be able to look back and figure I spent the time between wars with my family, the way it should have been spent. Regardless of war, I want to get the most out of the years I’ve got left. Maybe that sounds silly. It’s just that if I have to bury myself in a job every minute of my life, I don’t see any point to it’.”

Gabriel Garcia Marquez – The ghosts of August

“But on the top floor we saw a room, preserved intact, that time had forgotten to visit – the bedchamber of Ludovico. The moment was magical. There stood the bed, its curtains embroidered in gold thread, the bedspread and its prodigies of passementerie still stiff with the dried blood of his sacrificed lover. There was the fireplace with its icy ashes and its last log turned to stone, the armoire with its weapons primed, and, in a gold frame, the oil portrait of the pensive knight, painted by some Florentine master who did not have the good fortune to survive his time. What affected me most, however, was the unexplainable scent of fresh strawberries that hung over the entire bedroom.”

In my book bag – June 14th

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In my book bag – June 8th

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