Literature

Poetry

The ultima Thule


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I had book club at my house Friday night. The deal is that when you host you get to choose the book. I always feel a certain amount of angst over this because I feel like my book choices are eccentric, but I chose The Course of Love by Alain de Botton. The truth is

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The saving influence of a noble nature


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I finished Middlemarch, by George Eliot, last week, one of the grandest of books. Dorothea Brooke is truly a magnificent heroine. (After weeks reading it I miss Dorothea, Ladislaw, Lydgate, Mr Farebrother and the Garths. I love them all. I will not miss Rosamond though – the terror of marrying a person so shallow and

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Why the world will always return to monogamy


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This is another little paragraph of The Man Who Was Thursday from GK Chesterton that I went back in search of: In that place they dined and slept, both very thoroughly. The beans and bacon, which these unaccountable people cooked well, the astonishing emergence of Burgundy from their cellars, crowned Syme’s sense of a new

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The Man Who Was Thursday and reading Chesterton


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Bus Book No. 6. For a book club, nightmares not being my usual fare. A photo posted by Alison Payne (@thisfoggyday) on May 25, 2015 at 12:37am PDT Last night, unbeknownst to us at the time, my bookclub celebrated GK Chesterton’s birthday. It was our monthly get together, which met in my new home, and

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