Being a newly minted graduate with a B.A. in English, I’ve stomached enough literary theory and incomprehensible postmodern stories for the foreseeable future. During these lazy months where my future career is still a glaring question mark, I’ve lapsed back to my old reading modus operandi: charming English novels. 898 more words
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For months on first knowing you, I said to myself here’s one of these talkers. They don’t know what feeling is, happily for them. Because everyone I most honour is silent – Nessa, Lytton, Leonard, Maynard: all silent; and so I have trained myself to silence; induced to it also by the terror I have of my own unlimited capacity for feeling – when Lytton seemed to be dying – well yes: I can’t go into that, even now.
Today, homage to Emily Bronte.
When I despair over dismal book sales….I think of Emily.
Emily and her sister Anne’s first book of verses sold two copies….. 87 more words
" But the conditions of her life—the scenery of sombre terror which surrounded her—only touched and affected the outward colour and rhythm of her unique style. In her deepest soul, in the courage of her tremendous vision, she possessed something that was not bounded by Yorkshire hills, or any other hills; something that was inhuman, eternal and universal, something that was outside the power of both time and space."
Who can put into words the secret of this extraordinary girl? Who can define, in the suave and plausible language of academic culture, the flitting shadows thrown from deep to deep in the unfathomable genius of her vision? 1,827 more words
I decided that being as I’m going into my third, and final year of University, this is the year to attempt to tackle the ridiculous reading list before term starts. 281 more words