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The prof assigned "Proteus" for Bloomsday. Smooth.

A parent of one of my English tutorees just came up to me in a restaurant during lunch and said my student thinks I'm cool :3

Rein in the unabashed praise of a king that used rape drugs kthx.

It's a shame that sacking a city isn't considered a standard of courtship anymore.

I really should upload a pic of the cover sometime, the lady sitting and getting her hand kissed by a man on bended knee has a total 'Lolk dudebro have fun with that,' expression on her face.

It was the sort of thing that did sometimes happen, when one was alone — buildings without architects' names, crowds of people coming back from the city having more power than single clergymen in Kensington, than any of the books Miss Kilman had lent her, to stimulate what lay slumbrous, clumsy, and shy on the mind's sandy floor, to break surface, as a child suddenly stretches its arms; it was just that, perhaps, a..

When you haven't been in the world long, it's hard to comprehend what disasters are at the origin of a sense of disaster: maybe you don't even feel the need to.

'Hardly had the Infidels come within reach of their arms than severed heads flew backwards like a flight of birds from the terrible sword play of the Mussulmāns.' What a sight.

It was taking him a very long while
to set up the camera. Enormous pools of a moment kept opening around his hands
each time he tried to move them.

A queen and her army of women in shining armor! Yes!

Having not been familiar with the persona the first time I read this, I passed over the lovely "stream of conscious narration, which had been pioneered in Britain by Dorothy Richardson" contained within the introduction. Many are the joys of rereading.

I wish we could allow friends to vote on existing to be reads. Even better would be an ongoing tally where votes could always be changed and results could be looked in on every day, week, month. Whenever one needs an externally advised reading direction.

Ahhh, love. It's been too long.

People, thought Geryon,
for whom life
is a marvelous adventure. He moved off into the tragicomedy of the crowd.

Go, my dear creation:
Be sentenced by a crooked jury
And earn me fame and sound and fury.

PSA: Pushkin wasn't white.

The different stages of my life were disturbing for those men who had to deny me and cover me with praise at the same time.

Hardy really has it in for fat people, doesn't he. Or is it just the women.

'He was in much confusion of spirit, revolting in his soul against the injustice of the Sultān who had married his daughter by force to a humpbacked slave. Before he entered he said: 'Surely I will kill the girl if she has given herself to that gross freak of nature.' ' That logic, though.

Anyone who tries to shove women back into the time of Ancient Greece merits suspicion.

Catching up on reviews to the tune of the 'Mad Max: Fury Road' OST; bliss.

She's a flirt she's a prude she's a manic pixie dream girl with a taste for slut shaming.

Poor little women who are worth my pity but never my humanity and a blah de blah de blah. Sigh.

In a rare spot of book-unrelated news, I'm on my way to seeing Mad Max: Fury Road a third time. Will it be the last? Impossible to say.

Is Hardy always this melodramatic?

Turns out the page count recorded by GR for this edition was off by 1141 pages. That explains a lot.

Volume I of IV, here I come, thankfully. I'm used to carting bricks around but jeez.

Reading for class.

From out of left field comes lesbian sex! I'm not complaining.

The history of literature become much more interesting and so-termed "universal" when one admits to all those vaulted personas being wasteful bigoted little fucks playing on the next money making scheme, the next legalized sweep of wartime anything-goes, the next nationalized wave of social hatred, the next elitist pretension coupled to the latest thrill of selling oneself for as sensationalized as any can get.