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"Leerme este poema de más de 36.000 versos va a ser la verdadera Odisea (y no lo que quiera que esté haciendo Nolan). La verdad es que tengo ganas… aunque no me lea nadie escribiré mis desventuras con esta obra, aunque sinceramente creo que me va a molar.

Empiezo con… THE FIRST BOOKE, contayning the Legend of the Knight of the Red Crosse, or of Holinesse."
Dec 24, 2025 04:59PM

 
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William Shakespeare
“Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.”
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

William Shakespeare
“If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.”
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“They passed the hall, that echoes still,
Pass as lightly as you will.
The brands were flat, the brands were dying,
Amid their own white ashes lying;
But when the lady passed, there came
A tongue of light, a fit of flame;
And Christabel saw the lady's eye,
And nothing else saw she thereby,”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Christabel

William Shakespeare
“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Your fate awaits you. Accept it in body and spirit. To get used to the life you'll most likely be leading soon, get rid of your low-class trappings.”
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

Patricia Highsmith
“Carol raised her hand slowly and brushed her hair back, once on either side, and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell. Therese waited. Then as she was about to go to her, Carol saw her, seemed to stare at her incredulously a moment while Therese watched the slow smile growing, before her arm lifted suddenly, her hand waved a quick, eager greeting that Therese had never seen before. Therese walked toward her.”
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

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