I looked at his features, beautiful in their harmony, but strangely formidable in their still severity; at his brow, commanding but not open; at his eyes, bright and deep and searching, but never soft; at his tall imposing figure; and fancied myself in idea his wife.
Oh! it would never do! As his curate, his comrade, all would be right: I would cross oceans with him in that capacity; toil under Eastern suns, in Asian deserts with him in that office; admire and emulate his courage and devotion and vigour; accommodate quietly to his masterhood; smile undisturbed at his ineradicable ambition; discriminate the Christian from
the man: profoundly esteem the one, and freely forgive the other. I should
suffer often, no doubt, attached to him only in this capacity: my body would
be under rather a stringent yoke, but my heart and mind would be free. I should still have my unblighted self to turn to: my natural unenslaved
feelings with which to communicate in moments of loneliness. There would
be recesses in my mind which would be only mine, to which he never came, and sentiments growing there fresh and sheltered which his austerity could never blight, nor his measured warrior-march trample down: but as his wife
—at his side always, and always restrained, and always checked—forced to keep the fire of my nature continually low, to compel it to burn inwardly and never utter a cry, though the imprisoned flame consumed vital after vital—this would be unendurable
-Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
It's impossible to quote everything I wanna quote from it. Just read it if you haven't. I'm sure it'll be worth your time.
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Book Buff💪 pinned «My Opinions on Jane Eyre I think the premise does it a disservice as premises often do, sometimes the premise is better than the book(looking at Never Let Me Go). This novel is phenomenal. As far as fleshed out characters go, this is as good as they're gonna…»
"Preposition
This is a fine form to make a prepositional proposition in.
The proposition is this: prepositions are fine to end a sentence with."
-Bo Burnham
I'm so glad somebody said it!
This is a fine form to make a prepositional proposition in.
The proposition is this: prepositions are fine to end a sentence with."
-Bo Burnham
I'm so glad somebody said it!
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Book Buff💪
The_Greatest_Nobodies_of_History_Minor_Characters_from_Major_Moments.pdf
If you like Adrian Bliss but didn't know he wrote a book.
This is not a factual history book but a comedic and fictionalized retelling of history from the pov of semi-fictional side characters.
This is not a factual history book but a comedic and fictionalized retelling of history from the pov of semi-fictional side characters.
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Book Buff💪
https://youtu.be/AI5U8ihLVEI?si=3sVQ-qSqIUt_OxPS
This is so true!😁 Just when you're enjoying a nonfic book and feel like you're learning something, you see experts shitting on it.
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Forwarded from A Medicocratic
There’s a kind of intelligence that doesn’t feel like
“knowing more,” but like noticing more precisely
At first, everything looks like separate facts symptoms, concepts, arguments, names. But over time, you start seeing the hidden continuity underneath them. The way physiology becomes pathology under stress. The way philosophy becomes psychology when applied to people. The way nothing really stays in its own box.
That’s where thinking gets interesting: when categories stop behaving like walls and start behaving like lenses.
And the strange thing is, the more refined your thinking becomes, the less satisfying quick certainty feels. You start preferring accurate confusion over comfortable conclusions.
So the work quietly shifts. Not toward “figuring everything out,” but toward learning how to think without collapsing complexity into simplicity too early 🩺📚
-Notes from the wards.
“knowing more,” but like noticing more precisely
At first, everything looks like separate facts symptoms, concepts, arguments, names. But over time, you start seeing the hidden continuity underneath them. The way physiology becomes pathology under stress. The way philosophy becomes psychology when applied to people. The way nothing really stays in its own box.
That’s where thinking gets interesting: when categories stop behaving like walls and start behaving like lenses.
And the strange thing is, the more refined your thinking becomes, the less satisfying quick certainty feels. You start preferring accurate confusion over comfortable conclusions.
So the work quietly shifts. Not toward “figuring everything out,” but toward learning how to think without collapsing complexity into simplicity too early 🩺📚
-Notes from the wards.
Forwarded from SSC
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Every donation and share counts! 🙏
Where is Harlem
Where is Darcy
Where's that missed land
of my fancy
Where is silence
Where is Rome
Naboth's vineyard
Ancestral home
Where is muchness
When there's too much
Some drunk on life
Have thirsts to quench
Some wide awake
Ever flinching
On the third watch
Overreaching wonder
Where is sleep
Omni-stopping
And the nightskies
Enveloping
On his last hike of goodbye
Where did Moses go to die
Where is Darcy
Where's that missed land
of my fancy
Where is silence
Where is Rome
Naboth's vineyard
Ancestral home
Where is muchness
When there's too much
Some drunk on life
Have thirsts to quench
Some wide awake
Ever flinching
On the third watch
Overreaching wonder
Where is sleep
Omni-stopping
And the nightskies
Enveloping
On his last hike of goodbye
Where did Moses go to die
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Book Buff💪
Frankenstein is perfect, man. Existentialists can't hold a candle to Mary.
"One day, when I was oppressed by cold, I found a fire which had been left by some wandering beggars, and was overcome with delight at the warmth I experienced from it. In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out again with a cry of pain.
How strange, I thought, that the same cause should produce such opposite effects!"
How strange, I thought, that the same cause should produce such opposite effects!"
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