janvier 2011
When Ben Jonson was a small boy, his tutor, William Camden, persuaded him of the...
– William H. Gass, “In Defense of the Book” (via aldoushuxley)
Maybe it’s not, in the end, the virtues of others that so wrenches our hearts as it is the sense of almost unbearably poignant recognition when we see them at their most base, in their sorrow and gluttony and foolishness. You need the virtues, too—some sort of virtues—but we don’t care about Emma Bovary or Anna Karenina or Raskolnikov because they’re good. We care about them because they’re...
Oscar Wilde quite rightly said, ‘All art is useless’. And that may sound as if...
– (via fuckyeahstephenfry)
“Political Correctness” is a reactionary term... →
garconniere:
Laurence Berg, Canada Research Chair for Human Rights, Diversity and Identity, disagrees with the idea that PC language and policies are oppressive. Why? Because he doesn’t really believe that PC policies existed in the first place.
“What [they]’re calling the ‘PC movement’ I would call a social movement by marginalised people and the people who support them,” he said. “[A...
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Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our...
– Isaac Asimov, US biochemist and science fiction author (1920-1992) (via greenstate)
Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the...
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via melancholynotes)
Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a...
– Neil Gaiman (via palelimbs)
jalopia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. fatigue with the laborious maintenance of having a body, a perishable piñata of viscera that’s incompatible with the Legoland rationality of the modern world, which was built for beings whose indestructible parts lock onto the Earth with a satisfying ‘click,’ whose emotions are standardized, whose mistakes are best measured in parts per million.
i should have been a pair of ragged claws
scuttling across the floors of silent...
– t.s. eliot : the love song of j. alfred prufrock. (via babyfaline)
I return to problems I can’t solve, not because I am an idiot, but because the...
– Jeanette Winterson (via whiskey river)