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I may be an atheist, but bless the women who drew the connection between gaslighting and the betrayal of Jesus by Judas in the Garden of Gethsemane.

The only thing harder than writing introductions is writing conclusions.

I've a feeling this is a part of what The Goldfinch wanted so desperately to be, if not the thing itself. In other news, I somehow ended up reading three short story collections at the same time, so I can put off regretting my lack of indulgence in this particular structure of fiction for a good amount of time.

I may get into trouble with the university library for trying to squeeze this in, but a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do.

Is it them? Who's hunting me? Who is hunting me, who I cannot see?

Sigh. C'mon, Kahf. Islamic eugenics is still eugenics.

UCLA's in active shooter lockdown and my fellow Brontë classmates and I are huddled in and giving final presentations. Who says English Majors aren't hardcore.

They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld
Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,
Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate
With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms.
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon:
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and providence their guide;
They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

Ok, Goodreads. Now what are you up to.

You raised me to go out and learn, but deep down you still want me to be just like your mother. So where did you think all these contradictions would lead me if not to this frustration, this tone of voice? But I am not going to kill myself to fit into the life you have all mapped out for me.

From September 2015 and on, I've read 45 books that I wouldn't have had easy access to without university library privileges. Let's see if I can close out at a tidy fifty before finals have run their course.

That was what he was after, whatever the latest book in his hand: what was for real. Where was it to be found?

The fact that people act surprised when someone like Trump does well in a popularity contest held by a settler state is real cute.

Attiya Hossain was an author, and her collection of short stories, Phoenix Fled was lying near the pineapple basket on Amala's window.

Writing is the never ending journey of finding new muscles to stretch and new aches to enjoy.

This is the best piece of writing that involves ghost that I have ever read.

Officially starting to shift from university library books, which I'll be losing access to in two weeks or so, to my own that have been sitting untouched ever since I lugged them south in September. I may as well start with one whose cover and subject material have haunted me ever since I came across it in a bookstore.

On Me Before You, book and movie, from someone who is quadriplegic and thus has an actual stake in the movie beyond the sake of disability porn: http://kafkashouseparty.tumblr.com/po...

My ability to adjust is maddening, creating several parallel lives and a multitude of small betrayals.

Live-action Beauty and the Beast teaser trailer is life.

Strong hands, workers' flesh. Men first and later their wives, brought back like packages by mail, by these overcrowded boats. Such a dehumanizing experience. This shame, accepted and recognized reluctantly. This French shame. No, my father is an economist: all the better. He travels a lot: whew! He is an educated Algerian: bravo! A high-ranking government worker: even better!

Queen Victoria's Proclomation says that the Christian religion alone is true. What has the administration of justice to do with the truth or falsehood of a religion? asked the Begum.

Fuck academia for making me choose between reading for pleasure and sleeping.

France is a kind of violence.

The rate at which the footnotes call out misogynistic horseshit, regardless of whether it opines that Milton is the source of it, is quite fantastic.

Last class, everyone save for a few got on the let's-shit-on-Eve-without-giving-her-a-tenth-of-the-critical-insight-allotted-to-cis-dicks train after the prof responded to my comment on Adam being an irresponsible teacher by saying he'd prevent the fall by tying Eve to a tree. If you're going to ignore the text's critical evaluation of Eve and instead argue that Milton wrote a shitty poem, who am I to stop you.

I'm sick of people saying madness when they obviously mean sadism.

It's a good thing Google exists. Something needs to have a bigger vocabulary than mine so that I know I'm spelling everything right.

If I had been in the least humour for what was ludicrous, the looks and curiosity of the Russians who saw me during the armistice would have afforded me considerable amusement. I wonder what rank they assigned me.

For us alone
Was death invented?