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The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. John Keats #bookbirds 📚🐦 💙
Reading: AnActOfSharedSolitude https://readinganactofsharedsolitude.wordpress.com/
Oedipa and Dr. Hilarius signatures on The Simpsons
#Pynchon25 #TheCryingOfLot49
December 21, 2025 at 2:03 PM
She would give them order, she would create constellations.
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December 19, 2025 at 2:03 PM
She had heard all about excluded middles; they were bad shit, to be avoided; and how had it ever happened here, with the chances once so good for diversity?
#Pynchon25 #TheCryingOfLot49
December 19, 2025 at 2:02 PM
What the road really was, she fancied, was this hypodermic needle, inserted somewhere ahead into the vein of a freeway, a vein nourishing the mainliner L.A., keeping it happy, coherent, protected from pain, or whatever passes, with a city, for pain.
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December 19, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Like many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts—census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.
#Pynchon25 #TheCryingOfLot49
December 19, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.
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December 19, 2025 at 2:01 PM
What's your name?" Oedipa said. "Winthrop Tremaine," replied the spirited entrepreneur, "Winner, for short.
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December 19, 2025 at 2:00 PM
With her own eyes she had verified a WASTE svlystem: seen two WASTE postmen, a WASTE mailbox, WASTE stamps, WASTE cancellations. And the image of the muted post horn all but saturating the Bay Area! Yet she wanted it all to be fantasy-
#Pynchon25 #TheCryingOfLot49
December 17, 2025 at 7:37 PM
Oedipa told him then all about old Mr Thoth's signet ring, and the symbol she'd caught Stanley Koteks doodling, and the muted horn drawn in the ladies" room at The Scope.
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December 15, 2025 at 12:23 PM
He flipped the stamp over and with the tip of the tweezers showed her. The picture had a Pony Express rider galloping out of a western fort.
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December 15, 2025 at 12:23 PM
WASTE? Oedipa wondered. Beneath the notice, faintly in pencil, was a symbol she'd never seen before, a loop, triangle and trapezoid, thus:

#Pynchon25 #TheCryingOfLot49
December 13, 2025 at 10:41 PM
The status of the betazoid was undecided.
#DeWittGridneff25 #YourNameHere
December 11, 2025 at 1:04 PM
You have a look at Ihsan Abbas. The Arabic tells you he translated Theocritus, Virgil, Sidney's Arcadia, Wordsworth, Shelley. The French tells you he translated Theocritus, Virgil and Shelley. The Arabic tell you he translated Moby-Dick.
#DeWittGridneff25 #YourNameHere
December 6, 2025 at 12:03 AM
To preach love already assumes another structure of character in those one addresses

Sor the people one should love are themselves such that they cannot love and so are in no way lovable

Theodor Adorno, Education After Auschwitz
#DeWittGridneff25 #YourNameHere
December 6, 2025 at 12:02 AM
Derrida showed his passion for Blanchot, in other words, by sending a postcard
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December 6, 2025 at 12:01 AM
Curently in Cappadocia where it looks like the moon and people live/ d in caves.
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December 4, 2025 at 2:05 PM
OK. Here's a piece of advice. Why not borrow Talna, by Mazo de la Roche, from your local library? I think you'd enjoy it.
#DeWittGridneff25 #YourNameHere
December 2, 2025 at 10:29 PM
Escorted by several carriages, Chopin's heart did ultimately make it back to Warsaw.
#Tokarczuk25 #OlgaTokarczuk #Flights Translated by #JenniferCroft
culture.pl/en/article/c...
#FryderykSzopen
November 29, 2025 at 11:55 PM
The book she would now open over her lap was-she remembers-a book of Malczewski. She opens it to the page where the pretty young woman with a scythe is calmly and lovingly shutting the eyes of the old man who kneels before her.
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November 29, 2025 at 11:53 PM