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Agh. It's just my luck that I pick up 'So Long a Letter' the day I reach the excerpt of it in this. Ah well. Guess I'll be reading some of it twice in a shorter space of time than I imagined.

He needed to see us, he said. He needed to see our faces. Otherwise he would never know if he was really awake.

Someday, pants made for women will have pockets large enough for small novellas. Until that day comes, I shop in the little boys section.

Homophobia, biphobia, bluh.

It was an opportunity for them to prove their loyalty.

I was commmitted to violence and must keep to my pattern.

I was excited about the battle of the (dichotomy) genders until the pro-woman side argued that women were the best sex objects. Sighhhhh.

My sister's going to be reading The Fire Next Time for school :)))))

She wished for hatred. It would have been easier.

Works like these make me glad I'm a GR librarian cause I can ADD ALL THE AUTHORS *____*

Under the white radiance falling from on high, as far as the eye might reach towards the horizon which was still bathed in night, spread out the domes of palaces, the terraces of houses, calm gardens levelled in the living brass, moon-bright canals making a thousand wanderings in and out of the shadows of trees, and, lowest of all, a metal sea holding in its cold breast the drowned fires of the sky: so that the...

'But there were no black women in Victorian Engl-'ADELAIDE CASELY-HAYFORD YOU DEFENESTRATED MUCK.

In which ultimate evil is detected by the rude hogging of rice-cream.

Reason #? the Voyages of Sinbād the Sailor are better than Gulliver's Travels: the amount of time Sinbād spends going WHY AM I HERE. WHY DID I GO VOYAGING AGAIN. I WAS SO RICH AND WELL FED AT HOME. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR BEING ADVENTUROUS. PAIN.

For all those as behind on those screen things as I am, 'Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell' has been airing for a month now. For those who are watching already, no spoilers plzkthxbai.

Given England's track record with India, I have to wonder what Eliot thought he was doing when he barged into Hinduism.

`Abū Shāmāt felt the heritage of his fathers move within him, the charming child he bore between his thighs. Feeling the infant's need to be pressing, he wished to give him to the woman, who surely would know what to do with him...' It seems the anthropomorphic phallus of the latest 50SoG installment has a long and, ehm. Absurdly consistent history.

Homoerolympics involving crossdressing and strap-ons anyone?

Prof: This is such a great paper! How did you work on it?
Me: I can't read anything without mentally writing an essay on/with/through it anymore.
Prof: ...
Me: It's a lifestyle.

Humbert Humberts are never as cracked up as everyone would like them to be.

Summer of Women starts today. Don`t bother trying to tell me no women were involved in the authorial process of this cause I will laugh and laugh and laugh...

`It was really an august assembly; their dignity appeared so redundant, that they scarcely knew what to do with it all.'

-Zilpha Elaw, Memoirs of the Life...of Mrs Zilpha Elaw

`Now my heart turns to and fro,
In thinking what will the people say,
They who shall see my monument in after years,
And shall speak of what I have done.`

-Queen Hatshepsut, Obelisk at the temple of Amun at Karnak

'As the three Nights before this occupied only a few lines in the Arabic text, Mardrus suppressed them in order that the narrative should not be unnecessarily interrupted. Such omissions in future will not be noted.—P.M.' I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR "UNNECESSARILY INTERRUPTED" BULLFUCKERY. THIS IS NOT THE COMPLETE AND UNEXPURGATED EDITION YOU PROMISED. LIES AND SCANDAL.

Beginning of Volume II: But when the hundred-and-seventieth night had come

Shikibu did all this fainting and weeping and fits of (love) poetry better.

VLADIMIR: Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?

VLADIMIR: Silence!
All listen, bent double.
ESTRAGON: I hear something.
POZZO: Where?
VLADIMIR: It's the heart.
POZZO: (disappointed). Damnation!

Someone in English class tried to say that I was wrong about pop music being less harmful than genocide. A prime privileged so-called theorist in the making, that one.

Reading for class.