RE: What book are you reading?
December 6, 2010 at 5:45 pm
(This post was last modified: December 6, 2010 at 5:46 pm by everythingafter.)
(December 5, 2010 at 9:53 pm)thesummerqueen Wrote: EverythingAfter would kick me if I didn't include Eliot -
Eliot was the one who taught me how a poem can turn you inside out and upside down. "I have measured out my life with coffee spoons"
http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html
Hehe. Well played! Shelley never ceases to amaze me: Mont Blanc.
The book I'm currently reading is "War and Peace." Almost done. I may shoot for "1491" after that. I bought it new a year or more ago, and it's just been sitting in the reading cue, so I might try to finish it off.
(December 6, 2010 at 7:36 am)Zen Badger Wrote: The rise and fall of the Third Reich by William Shirer
Ahh yes, this is on my list as well. A long with The decline and fall of the Roman Empire by Gibbon. Light reading, indeed.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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