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"The aria, the sweet music, rose afar, but rushing swiftly on fast-strengthening pinions - there swept through these shades so full a storm of harmonies that, had no tree been near against which to lean, I think I might have dropped ... The effect was as a sea breaking into song with all its waves. The swaying tide swept this way, yet then it fell back ere I followed its retreat".

Charlotte Brontë, Villette, 1854 (Oxford World's Classics)

From Tuesdays with Morrie, MItch Albom, 1997

"The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves. Our class met on Tuesdays. It met after breakfast. The subject was The Meaning of LIfe, and it was taught from his experience. No grades were given, but there were oral exams each week. You were expected to respond to questions, and you were expected to pose questions of your own. You were also required to lift the professor's head to a comfortable spot on the pillow or place his glasses on the bridge of his nose. The last class of my old professor's life had only one student. I was the student".


In tribute to my dear mentor, N.

From Celtic Revival by William Butler Yeats:

"It is better doubtless to believe much unreason and a little truth than to deny for denial's sake truth and unreason alike, for when we do this we have not even a rush candle to guide our steps, not even a poor sowlth to dance before us on the marsh, and must needs fumble our way into the great emptiness where dwell the mis-shapen dhouls. And after all, can we come to so great evil if we keep a little fire on our hearths and in our souls, and welcome with open hand whatever of excellent come to warm itself, whether it be man or phantom, and do not say too fiercely, even to the dhouls themselves, "Be ye gone"? When all is said and done, how do we not know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for it has been warmed on our hearths and in our souls, and is ready for the wild bees of truth to hive in it, and make their sweet honey. Come into the world again, wild bees, wild bees!

P.s. William Butler Yeats is my favorite foreign poet and i love fairy tales as well!

"I use the surest means...
To snare my victims!!"

Le véritable savant met vingt bonnes années en moyenne à effectuer la grande découverte, celle qui consiste à se convaincre que le délire des uns ne fait pas du tout le bonheur des autres et que chacun ici-bas se trouve indisposé par la marotte du voisin.
The true scientist takes on average twenty good years to make the great discovery, which consists in convincing oneself that the delusions of some does not make the happiness of others at all and that everyone here below is indisposed by the foolishness of the neighbor.
- Voyage au bout de la nuit
or to level it with an oldie:
“My benefactor used to say that a warrior who stumbles on a petty tyrant is a lucky one.”
~Don Juan~

The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I loved her nonetheless because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.

Great Expectations, Charles Dickens

-“There's no tyrant like a brain. ”
― Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night


-“Why kid ourselves, people have nothing to say to one another, they all talk about their own troubles and nothing else. Each man for himself, the earth for us all. They try to unload their unhappiness on someone else when making love, they do their damnedest, but it doesn't work, they keep it all, and then they start all over again, trying to find a place for it. "Your pretty, Mademoiselle," they say. And life takes hold of them again until the next time, and then they try the same little gimmick. "You're very pretty, Mademoiselle..." ”
― Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Journey to the End of the Night

don't you wonder why we are supposed to think 'normal' people make sense and know what they're doing

"My hypocrisy keeps me warm, as does my cloak of disappointment".

~ Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin to Percy Bysshe Shelley

LOLLLL

I'm not reading this right now but i liked the book at the time and the preamble stayed with me:

"This has been a novel about some people who were punished entirely too much for what they did. They wanted to have a good time, but they were like children playing in the street; they could see one after another of them being killed--run over, maimed, destroyed--but they continued to play anyhow. We really all were very happy for a while, sitting around not toiling but just bullshitting and playing, but it was for such a terrible brief time, and then the punishment was beyond belief: even when we could see it, we could not believe"

From a Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick

^It made me really sad. The book was like a biography of the author and took place in the 70s where the people in question used a lot of drugs. They were his friends, some of them died some of them were left with brain damage, and he dedicated the book to his friends.

Knowing Why: Adult-Diagnosed Autistic People on Life and Autism: essays by various autistics

Bruno Latour's Down to Earth, a book about climate change and ways to conceptualize what's going on in the world, begins with this quote:

"we've read enough books" - Jared Kushner