When you're surrounded by endless possibilities, one of the hardest things you can do is pass them up.
A commonplace book: an old-fashioned literary diary for recording interesting items from reading you've done. I use mine to record snippets from reading, conversation and life in general. (The early 2003 entries are from a period some years ago -- before the blog age -- when I tried an online commonplace book as a straight web page.)
Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
[History] doesn't repeat, but it rhymes.
Mark C. Elliott, quoted in "Laptop U", The New Yorker (May 20, 2013)
Mark C. Elliott, quoted in "Laptop U", The New Yorker (May 20, 2013)
Sunday, May 05, 2013
In a dying civilization, political prestige is the reward not of the shrewdest diagnostician, but of the man with the best bedside manner.
Eric Ambler, A Coffin for Dimitrios
Eric Ambler, A Coffin for Dimitrios
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Sooner or later, you learn things. You don't realize until it's too late that you learned something; and then you don't remember where, or how, or why. There's no voice that automatically pipes up: ... Attention! Learning Experience!
James Church, Bamboo and Blood
James Church, Bamboo and Blood
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
Mistakes are good. The more mistakes, the better. People who make mistakes get promoted. They can be trusted. Why? They're not dangerous. They can't be too serious. People who don't make mistakes eventually step off cliffs, a bad thing because anyone in free fall is considered a liability. They might land on you.
James Church, A Corpse in the Koryo
James Church, A Corpse in the Koryo
Monday, April 01, 2013
We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good.
What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if they
would yield us but the superfluity, while it were
wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely;
but they think we are too dear: the leanness that
afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an
inventory to particularise their abundance; our
sufferance is a gain to them Let us revenge this with
our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I
speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
William Shakespeare, Coriolanus (Act 1, Scene 1)
What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if they
would yield us but the superfluity, while it were
wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely;
but they think we are too dear: the leanness that
afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an
inventory to particularise their abundance; our
sufferance is a gain to them Let us revenge this with
our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I
speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
William Shakespeare, Coriolanus (Act 1, Scene 1)
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