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a diffused thimbleful of matter

“Signs are small measurable things, but interpretations are illimitable, and in girls of sweet, ardent nature, every sign is apt to conjure up wonder, hope, belief, vast as a sky, and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge.”

— George Eliot, Middlemarch

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it roused no feeling in her

“How aimless it was, how chaotic, how unreal it was, she thought, looking at her empty coffee cup. Mrs Ramsay dead; Andrew killed; Prue dead too—repeat it as she might, it roused no feeling in her. 33 more words

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Oneness

Blended in oneness,

time stopped to exist for us.

This love is my highest greatness,

my purpose and reason to last.

Art

getting under the skin of the new sa

The HIV situation in South Africa is pivotal in this book by the young South Agfrican writer Masande Ntshanga. In his debut novel ‘The Reactive’ he enters the world of HIV/Aids, antetroviraldrugs  with the backdrop of Cape Town.  7 more words

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A reading by award-winning author Miriam Toews

On Wednesday, November 26th Miriam Toews will read from her bestselling new novel All My Puny Sorrows at Conrad Grebel University College, on the campus of the University of Waterloo. 215 more words

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Lynn Barber

 

A Curious Career

Not too long before its demise, I had a summer internship in The Irish Press, during which I spent the best part of the day, when not looking at the Liffey through cigarette smoke, observing idiosyncratic masters of journalism, at a time when it was considered a craft, and young reporters were taught first and foremost how to write. 464 more words

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Love had a thousand shapes

“Love had a thousand shapes. There might be lovers whose gift it was to choose out the elements of things and place them together and so, giving them a wholeness not theirs in life, make of some scene, or meeting of people (all now gone and separate), one of those globed compacted things over which thought lingers, and love plays.”

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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