Post a random quote from a book you're reading
Timothy Leary
I'm actually a fan of the guy. I know bit about him.
And his 90's counterpart, Terrence Mckenna. (That's a whole another level of articulateness.)
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AQ: 27 Diagnosis:High functioning (just on the cusp of normal.) IQ:131 (somewhat inflated result but ego-flattering) DNA:XY Location: UK. Eyes: Blue. Hair: Brown. Height:6'1 Celebrity I most resemble: Tom hardy. Favorite Band: The Doors. Personality: uhhm ....(what can i say...we asd people are strange)
It is the idea that Lucy "hides" that may best sum up the critical rub against this novel. There is a vague sense that - as with many clinical descriptions of autism - the narrator exists in a "shell" which readers cannot penetrate. In fact, descriptions of Lucy's narrative voice share the same kind of insistence on elemental narrative absence that show up in dominant and negative rhetoric about autistic communication.
Critics who characterise Lucy as "hideous", "plaguy", "disagreeable", "manipulative", "frigid", "contemptuous", "passive-aggressive", and "hostile" might thus be understood in the context of contemporary popular responses against autism where autistic silence and autistic speaking are both described as "abrasive" or "impenetrable", and also demonstrating a violation of fluid and more intuitive social skill.
"Neuroqueer Narration in Charlotte Bronte's Villette", Julia Miele Rodas
I have lots of 'digital books. (Torrents are peer to peer downloads...a software file sharing thing...)
I don't have any Emily Bronte books other than Wuthering heights....I found one reference to Emily Bronte though....Since I must have downloaded a bunch of Alister Crowley books at one time....Ive downloaded thousands of books...hundreds of authors...I've maybe read 15% of what i actually have.
exerpt:
It is to be well noted that the Great Women of History have exercised unbounded freedom in Love. Sappho, Semiramis, Messalina, Cleopatra, Ta Chhi, Pasiphae, Clytaemnaestra, Helen of Troy, and in more recent times Joan of Arc (by Shakespeare's account), Catherine II of Russia, Queen Elizabeth of England, George Sand, "George Eliot." Against these we can put only Emily Bronte, whose sex-suppression was due to her environment, and so burst out in the incredible violence of her art, and the regular religious mystics, Saint Catherine, Saint Teresa, and so on, the facts of whose sex-life have been carefully camouflaged in the interests of the slave-gods. But, even on that showing, the sex-life was intense, for the writings of such women are overloaded with sexual expression passionate and perverted, even to morbidity and to actual hallucination.
Sex is the main expression of the Nature of a person; great Natures are sexually strong; and the health of any person will depend upon the freedom of that function.
(See "Liber CI", "de Lege Libellum", Cap. IV, in "The Equinox" III (1).)
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And another reference I found in another book. I actually had this book archiving software, to get quick word searches, instant word searches, but i had too many books, i basically broke the functionality. It became buggy.
Autumn, as René and Jean Dubos noted in their classic study of tuberculosis, came to rival spring as the poet’s favorite season: the autumn of melancholy and falling leaves, not autumn the season of jolly harvest.4 Some of the lives of those in that formidable list (Table 8.1) became paradigms of romantic tubercular suffering: Novalis, Keats, Chopin, and the Brontë sisters. Consumption’s victims slowly and chronically declined, gradually wasting away, becoming fragile and pale. Seeking relief they traveled to warmer climes or undertook sea voyages. Such travels often took them to the Mediterranean, where notions of the contagiousness of disease in general and tuberculosis in particular remained more influential than they did in northern Europe. The tubercular travelers thus met hostility that added to the pathos of their stories: Keats, feared by his Italian landlady;
The Burdens of Disease
Epidemics and Human Response in Western History
J. N. Hays
I'm sure you got pretty much everything she ever did. Know her inside out. The only author I can say I've read nearly everything, they've practically did, is maybe Nietzsche.
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AQ: 27 Diagnosis:High functioning (just on the cusp of normal.) IQ:131 (somewhat inflated result but ego-flattering) DNA:XY Location: UK. Eyes: Blue. Hair: Brown. Height:6'1 Celebrity I most resemble: Tom hardy. Favorite Band: The Doors. Personality: uhhm ....(what can i say...we asd people are strange)
All you have in this world is yourself. When it all comes down to the most granular, literal interpretation of subjective reality, there you are. The only real security is that you are here, you exist, and you will work to help yourself.
Money doesn’t count. Money can disappear in the blink of an eye.
Family and friends are more secure, but even they can fold.
Ironically, the people who stay true to themselves, who live their lives to the fullest, who don’t take no for an answer, who count on themselves to get the job done and allow zero excuses? Those are the people who get loyal people in their corner.
-Mark Sissan
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It's like I'm sleepwalking
"When a person reaches a certain point in life when he says, 'I have had enough of all this. I am simply tired of making life not worth living, by constantly living through the horrors of what might happen, for the sake of efficiency and membership in the community.
Let me just get away from it all for a while and find out what the score is for me, myself. l am tired of being told what I ought to believe. I am tired of being told how I ought to see, how I ought to behave, how I ought to feel. Let me find out for myself who I really am.'" - A. Watts
p. 77, Zen and the Beat Way
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It's like I'm sleepwalking
"Awakening from a dream. - Wise and noble men once believed in the music of the spheres: wise and noble men still believe in the 'moral significance of existence.' But one day this music of the spheres too will no longer be audible to them! They will awaken and perceive that their ears had been dreaming."
Nietzsche, Daybreak. Translated by R.J. Hollingdale.
"I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive. I began to remember how it had been before; how there was that germ of positive creativeness. Character is fate; and damn, I'd better work on my character. I had been withdrawing into a retreat of numbness: it is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch one. But my honest self revolted at this, hated me for doing this. Sick with conflict, destructive negative emotions, frozen into disintegration I was, refusing to articulate, to spew forth these emotions - they festered in me, growing big, distorted, like pus-bloated sores. Small problems, mentions of someone else's felicity, evidence of someone else's talents, frightened me, making me react hollowly, fighting jealousy, envy, hate. Feeling myself fall apart, decay, rot, and the laurels wither and fall away, and my past sins and omissions strike me with full punishment and import. All this, all this foul, gangrenous sludge, ate away at my insides. Silent, insidious.”
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, ed. Karen V. Kukil
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And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
How the mud goes round in the mind-what a swirl these monsters leave, the waters rocking, the weeds waving and green here, black there, striking to the sand, till by degrees the atoms reassemble, the deposit sifts itself, and again through the eyes one sees clear and still, and there comes to the lips some prayer for the departed, some obsequy for the souls of those one nods to, the people one never meets again.
"An Unwritten Novel", Virginia Woolf (1920)
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And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Ah ! camarade ! Ce monde n’est je vous
l’assure qu’une immense entreprise à se foutre du monde ! Vous
êtes jeune. Que ces minutes sagaces vous comptent pour des
années ! Écoutez-moi bien, camarade, et ne le laissez plus pas-
ser sans bien vous pénétrer de son importance, ce signe capital
dont resplendissent toutes les hypocrisies meurtrières de notre
Société : “L’attendrissement sur le sort, sur la condition du mi-
teux...” Je vous le dis, petits bonshommes, couillons de la vie,
battus, rançonnés, transpirants de toujours, je vous préviens,
quand les grands de ce monde se mettent à vous aimer, c’est
qu’ils vont vous tourner en saucissons de bataille... C’est le
signe... Il est infaillible. C’est par l’affection que ça commence.
VOYAGE AU BOUT DE LA NUIT Louis-Ferdinand Céline
l’assure qu’une immense entreprise à se foutre du monde ! Vous
êtes jeune. Que ces minutes sagaces vous comptent pour des
années ! Écoutez-moi bien, camarade, et ne le laissez plus pas-
ser sans bien vous pénétrer de son importance, ce signe capital
dont resplendissent toutes les hypocrisies meurtrières de notre
Société : “L’attendrissement sur le sort, sur la condition du mi-
teux...” Je vous le dis, petits bonshommes, couillons de la vie,
battus, rançonnés, transpirants de toujours, je vous préviens,
quand les grands de ce monde se mettent à vous aimer, c’est
qu’ils vont vous tourner en saucissons de bataille... C’est le
signe... Il est infaillible. C’est par l’affection que ça commence.
VOYAGE AU BOUT DE LA NUIT Louis-Ferdinand Céline
I thought this book was hilarious in chunks, but man is it bitter. And Céline sustains that mood for a long time.
By opening our eyes, we do not necessarily see what confronts us. We are anxiety-ridden animals. Our minds are continually active, fabricating an anxious, usually self-preoccupied, often-falsifying veil which partially conceals the world.
Iris Murdoch, The Sovereignty of Good Over Other Concepts, p. 357
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And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
^ Quite beautiful, and yet some who quote it are still stuck on the moocow coming down the road, and baby tuckoo.
"But I've learned differently since. The whole trend of modern money-making is to foresee something that will presently be needed and put it out of reach, and then to haggle yourself wealthy."
- H.G. Wells, Tono-Bungay
"She appeared to be walking in a dream; or, more truly, the vivid life and reality assumed by her emotions made all outward occurrences unsubstantial, like the teasing phantasms of a half-conscious slumber."
Nathaniel Hawthorne - The House of the Seven Gables
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And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
"I don't mean to say that any great passion can exist without a desire for consummation. That seems to me to be a commonplace and to be therefore a matter needing no comment at all. It is a thing, with all its accidents, that must be taken for granted, as, in a novel, or a biography, you take it for granted that the characters have their meals with some regularity. But the real fierceness of desire, the real heat of a passion long continued and withering up the soul of a man is the craving for identity with the woman that he loves. He desires to see with the same eyes, to touch with the same sense of touch, to hear with the same ears, to lose his identity, to be enveloped, to be supported. For, whatever may be said of the relation of the sexes, there is no man who loves a woman that does not desire to come to her for the renewal of his courage, for the cutting asunder of his difficulties. And that will be the mainspring of his desire for her. We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist."
Ford Madox Ford - The Good Soldier
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And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
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