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July 2014
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untitled by pltw on Flickr.

untitled by pltw on Flickr.

July 2014
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I went to a used book store with my friend the other week. I found a Penguin copy of Lord Jim which was all swell, but couldn’t find Lydia Davis’s translation of Swann’s Way… I suppose I will re-read Proust, and determine which version I like better. 

I went to a used book store with my friend the other week. I found a Penguin copy of Lord Jim which was all swell, but couldn’t find Lydia Davis’s translation of Swann’s Way… I suppose I will re-read Proust, and determine which version I like better. 

July 2014
09
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penamerican:

"Censorship is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby can’t chew it." - Mark Twain

penamerican:

"Censorship is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby can’t chew it." - Mark Twain

July 2014
07
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quentindebriey:

Steffy at home.Paris june 2014

quentindebriey:

Steffy at home.Paris june 2014

July 2014
05

When I’m trying to learn more about something, I find it helpful to put together quick slides for myself. I’m trying to dive a bit deeper into modernist literature this time around, and I thought it would be best if I start from the very basics and get the gist of it. I’m sharing my first ‘Quick Notes’ :) 

July 2014
04

I finally got to try my Red Papaya Black Tea from O’sulloc. Afternoon treats are one of the most luxurious things about summer breaks :)

This was all enjoyed while unwrapping the books I got in the mail! #perfection :)

July 2014
04
got my books from amazon today :)

got my books from amazon today :)

June 2014
30
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Arthur Rackham - Illustrations for A Midsummer Night’s DreamAct III: Scene I, Titania and Bottom

Arthur Rackham - Illustrations for A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Act III: Scene I, Titania and Bottom

June 2014
30

We make our world significant by the courage of our questions and the depth of our answers.

 - Carl Sagan
June 2014
29

Nothing, in truth, can ever replace a lost companion. Old comrades cannot be manufactured. There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories, so many bad times endured together, so many quarrels, reconciliations, heartfelt impulses. Friendships like that cannot be reconstructed. If you plant an oak, you will hope in vain to sit soon under its shade.

For such is life. We grow rich as we plant through the early years, but then come the years when time undoes our work and cuts down our trees. One by one our comrades deprive us of their shade, and within our mourning we always feel now the secret grief of growing old.

If I search among my memories for those whose taste is lasting, if I write the balance sheet of the moments that truly counted, I surely find those that no fortune could have bought me. You cannot buy the friendship of a companion bound to you forever by ordeals endured together.