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Quote of the Day
Apr. 7th, 2010 08:19 pmLenior ieiunio mors est, cruditate dissiliunt. - Seneca, On Providence, 10.
(Death from starving is gentle, gorged men burst apart.)
(Death from starving is gentle, gorged men burst apart.)
Apr. 7th, 2010
Quote of the Day
Apr. 7th, 2010 08:19 pmLenior ieiunio mors est, cruditate dissiliunt. - Seneca, On Providence, 10.
(Death from starving is gentle, gorged men burst apart.)
(Death from starving is gentle, gorged men burst apart.)
There is a certain consolation to literature. It is, perhaps, one of the few true constants in the universe, that a good book can lift one out of oneself and into some other place.
By that measure, Gaudy Night is one of the greatest books in existence. I reread it seldom, and always for comfort: the thought that there is solace in adherence to principle, even in the tangled, human web of existence is a very comforting one. That one might be true to oneself, and content to be so, is something that literature doesn't always admit.
But I shouldn't ramble. Busman's Honeymoon will do for a chaser.
By that measure, Gaudy Night is one of the greatest books in existence. I reread it seldom, and always for comfort: the thought that there is solace in adherence to principle, even in the tangled, human web of existence is a very comforting one. That one might be true to oneself, and content to be so, is something that literature doesn't always admit.
But I shouldn't ramble. Busman's Honeymoon will do for a chaser.
There is a certain consolation to literature. It is, perhaps, one of the few true constants in the universe, that a good book can lift one out of oneself and into some other place.
By that measure, Gaudy Night is one of the greatest books in existence. I reread it seldom, and always for comfort: the thought that there is solace in adherence to principle, even in the tangled, human web of existence is a very comforting one. That one might be true to oneself, and content to be so, is something that literature doesn't always admit.
But I shouldn't ramble. Busman's Honeymoon will do for a chaser.
By that measure, Gaudy Night is one of the greatest books in existence. I reread it seldom, and always for comfort: the thought that there is solace in adherence to principle, even in the tangled, human web of existence is a very comforting one. That one might be true to oneself, and content to be so, is something that literature doesn't always admit.
But I shouldn't ramble. Busman's Honeymoon will do for a chaser.