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“It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.”

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

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Then indeed peace had come. Messages of peace breathed from the sea to the shore. Never to break its sleep any more, to lull it rather more deeply to rest, and whatever the dreamers dreamt holily, dreamt wisely, to confirm—what else was it murmuring—as Lily Briscoe laid her head on the pillow in the clean still room and heard the sea. Through the open window the voice of the beauty of the world came murmuring, too softly to hear exactly what it said—but what mattered if the meaning were plain? entreating the sleepers (the house was full again; Mrs. Beckwith was staying there, also Mr. Carmichael), if they would not actually come down to the beach itself at least to lift the blind and look out.

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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Terence Rattigan, Ross (1960)

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louisegluckpdf

hiiii mdms (moby dick mutuals) do you guys know about power moby dick (funny name). it’s an online annotation of moby dick that provides explanations for allusions and definitions for outdated terms/whaling jargon. it is so fun i am clicking around and exploring and learning a lot of new old-timey maritime words <3

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passionthatmoves

“The intense and meaningful world of Homer’s Greeks evidently shone with sacred force. Our technological world, by contrast seems impoverished and dull. We cannot return to Homer’s world, and we should not hope to do so. but we can become receptive to a modern pantheon of gods–the ways in which Gehrig and Federer shone, the ways in which Marilyn Monroe and Albert Einstein changed how we see the world in which we live.

We can lure back the gods of old–the great works that were venerated once before and now can be re-experienced in their sacred worth. To do this requires more than simply canonising this works on reading lists and classroom syllabi. It requires developing the skills for responding to the manifold sense of the sacred that still linger unappreciated at the margins of our disenchanted world.”

– Hubert Dreyfus & Sean Dorrance Kelly, All Things Shining

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“[T]he choice to experience the world as sacred and meaningful–to do so by dint of effort and will–is a choice that is within our power to make. It is a choice that takes strength and courage and persistence, of course; perhaps it even takes a kind of heroism. But it is possible.”

Hubert Dreyfus & Sean Dorrance Kelly, All Things Shining

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The father dead has euchered the son out of his patrimony. For it is the death of the father to which the son is entitled and to which he is heir, more so than his goods. He will not hear of the small mean ways that tempered the man in life. He will not see him struggling in follies of his own devising. No. The world which he inherits bears him false witness. He is broken before a frozen god and he will never find his way.

— Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian

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Beowulf | Jeffrey Alan Love | The New Yorker

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[...] why all the living so strive to hush all the dead; wherefore but the rumor of a knocking in a tomb will terrify a whole city. All these things are not without their meanings.

But Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

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There are forty and odd vertebrae in all, which in the skeleton are not locked together. They mostly lie like the great knobbed blocks on a Gothic spire, forming solid courses of heavy masonry. The largest, a middle one, is in width something less than three feet, and in depth more than four. The smallest, where the spine tapers away into the tail, is only two inches in width, and looks something like a white billiard-ball. I was told that there were still smaller ones, but they had been lost by some little cannibal urchins, the priest's children, who had stolen them to play marbles with. Thus we see how that the spine of even the hugest of living things tapers off at last into simple child's play.

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

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shakespeare was a freak

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initiation song from the finders lodge by Ursula K. Le Guin

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“All that you see will soon have vanished, and those who see it vanish will vanish themselves, and the ones who reached old age have no advantage over the untimely dead.”

— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (9.33)

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thatsparrow

it's december happy "I Heard a Bird Sing" by oliver herford season

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Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I awaked, I cried to dream again!

Caliban, The Tempest

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Sophocles, Electra (trans. Anne Carson)

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