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.)
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Te spectem, suprema mihi cum venerit hora,
Et teneam moriens deficiente manu.
(May I be looking at you when my last hour has come,
And dying may I hold you with my weakening hand.)
Tibullus
Et teneam moriens deficiente manu.
(May I be looking at you when my last hour has come,
And dying may I hold you with my weakening hand.)
Tibullus
Friday, October 05, 2012
She hated the urgency with which some people read newspapers, their belief that the mere knowledge of certain events - belated, incomplete, and often false knowledge - made them active participants in society.
Lara Vapnyar, "Fischer vs Spassky," in The New Yorker of October 8, 2012
Lara Vapnyar, "Fischer vs Spassky," in The New Yorker of October 8, 2012
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Despite knowing what it takes to be content, a man might still be unhappy.
Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red
Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red
Monday, September 03, 2012
To God belongs the East and the West. May He protect us from the will of the pure and unadulterated.
Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red
Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red
Monday, August 06, 2012
Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
Tell me, if you have understanding.
Who determined its measurements--surely you know!
Or who stretched the line upon it?
On what were its bases sunk,
or who laid its cornerstone,
when the morning stars sang together
and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Job 38:4-7
Tell me, if you have understanding.
Who determined its measurements--surely you know!
Or who stretched the line upon it?
On what were its bases sunk,
or who laid its cornerstone,
when the morning stars sang together
and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Job 38:4-7
Saturday, August 04, 2012
I can see, he said, that you are about to make obvious remarks.
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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