January 2010
15 posts
Catching up.
Man. I’ve so busy this week. I want to catch up on lots of stuff.
First, I LOVE this new background. It reminds me of so many things. It reminds me of Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, it reminds me of Whisper House, which is Duncan Sheiks new musical (sadly premiering in my hometown while I’m up here) about ghosts and a light house and stuff. It’s amazing. The songs...
For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.
– Virginia Woolf (via bitchville)
Sorry
I’ve been so busy the last couple of days, and I’m afraid the rest of the week is going to be just as crazy.
BUT, this is a nice way to take a break from studying and reading and whatnot, so what the heck, here’s another post!
I made the mistake (?) this weekend by deciding to read a book for fun instead of reading for my homework. I chose to begin Jodi Picoult’s Nineteen...
Queen Elizabeth
So, this relates to the quote I just posted. I found it in my British Canon readings today. I’ve always wondered why the English citizens were alright with having a ruling Queen instead of a King. I guess now I know.
Anyways, The thing that really got my attention was the fact that being female was, naturally, “the failings of human flesh.” I know it’s not a super fun...
As England’s crowned head, Elizabeth’s person was mystically divided...
– The Norton Anthology of English Literature, page 493
It demands of you a reaction which cannot be prepared beforehand. It demands...
– Martin Buber, on teaching.
Natalie Dee, you are amazing! →
Is it bad that her reasoning makes sense?
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
– e.e. cummings
So. Here we go.
I’ve decided that since I have so much free time (I really don’t), I might spend it documenting any quotes or thoughts I come across in my journey as a Literature major and as an alive human being interacting with the world. I hope to add a new quote daily, but realistically, we’re looking at weekly posts. Anywho, as the ever amazing Gandalf says (and yes, I realize this is an...
The earth laughs in flowers.
– e.e. cummings