“All the afternoon he had sat there at the table where now Augusta was reading, thinking over his life, trying to see where he had made his mistake. Perhaps the mistake was merely in an attitude of mind. He had never learned to live without delight. And he would have to learn to, just as in a Prohibition country, he supposed he would have to live without sherry. Theoretically he knew that life is possible, may be even pleasant, without joy, without passionate griefs. But it had never occurred to him that he might have to live that way.”
Willa Cather. The Professor’s House.
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"My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tambours I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony."Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
I am a recent graduate from The University of Toronto, majoring in English Literature and History. I live and work in Toronto and am currently in the process of reading everything and collecting thoughts, both my own and those of others.
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Saturday, October 22, 2011
