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“Once you cease to be a master, once you throw off your master's yoke, you are no longer human rubbish, you are a human being, and all the things that adds up to. So, too, with the slaves. Once they are no longer slaves, once they are free, they are no longer noble and exalted; they are just human beings.”
― A Small Place
― A Small Place
“I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.”
― Lucy
― Lucy
“this is how you smile to someone you don't like too much; this is how you smile to someone you don't like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this is how you set a table for tea; this is how you set a table for dinner; this is how you set a table for dinner with an important guest; this is how you set a table for lunch; this is how you set a table for breakfast; this is how to behave in the presence of men who don't know you very well, and this way they won't recognize immediately the slut I have warned you against becoming;”
― At the Bottom of the River
― At the Bottom of the River
“That was the moment he got the idea he possessed me in a certain way, and that was the moment I grew tired of him.”
― Lucy
― Lucy
“Perverse times have come
The mystery of the Beloved to reveal
Crows have begun to hunt hawks,
Sparrows have vanquished falcons.
Horse browse on rubbish,
Donkeys graze on lush green.
No love is lost between relatives,
Be they younger or older uncles.
There is no accord between fathers and sons,
nor any between mothers and daughters.
The truthful ones are being pushed about,
the tricksters are seated close by,
the front-liners have become wretched,
the backbenchers sit on carpets.
Those in taters have turned into Kings,
The Kings have taken to begging.
Oh Bullah, comes the command from the Lord,
who can ever alter His decree?
Perverse times have come,
The mystery of the beloved to reveal”
―
The mystery of the Beloved to reveal
Crows have begun to hunt hawks,
Sparrows have vanquished falcons.
Horse browse on rubbish,
Donkeys graze on lush green.
No love is lost between relatives,
Be they younger or older uncles.
There is no accord between fathers and sons,
nor any between mothers and daughters.
The truthful ones are being pushed about,
the tricksters are seated close by,
the front-liners have become wretched,
the backbenchers sit on carpets.
Those in taters have turned into Kings,
The Kings have taken to begging.
Oh Bullah, comes the command from the Lord,
who can ever alter His decree?
Perverse times have come,
The mystery of the beloved to reveal”
―
Learning to Love a Book You've Always Hated
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Juy 31-August 14, 2009 Dawn Potter recently published a memoir about wrestling with John Milton's Paradise Lost, a poem she had always disliked. Her ...more
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