..the island still sings.
Which side of ourselves will we choose to become, once we know we are being watched?
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The Secret Garden, we don’t simply leave it behind.
The roots that sustain the forest, or the tiny, invisible flowers that live beneath the stones, hidden in the shade, content to grow unnoticed, are a type of beauty that never asks to be seen, and that endures in silence. This is the beauty of constancy, of gentle strength that demands nothing and has much to offer. It does not pursue the light; it creates it, softly, from within.
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The Picture of Dorian Gray – Narcissus Reimagined by Oscar Wilde
“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself…”
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BEOWULF – The Monster Still Has a Mother – Considerations on the humanity of a monster
When a society no longer remembers its origin, or loses the will to protect its people, or is confused about who the real threats are, Grendel wins. – Circe Aguiar
Grendel is not just a beast from the shadows. He is what happens when pain becomes cruelty, and cruelty becomes power. – Circe Aguiar
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Irony, Rhythm, and Repetition: Antonio Candido Reads Bandeira – Brazilian Literature
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Chaim Sautine by Roald Dahl
“ Yes, he did have a face like a Kalmuck – very broad and high cheeked, with a wide coarse nose. This broadness of the cheeks was accentuated by the ears which stood out sharply from the head. And then he had the narrow eyes, the black hair the sullen mouth of a Kalmuck, but the hands – the hands were always a surprise, so small and white like a lady’s, with tiny thin fingers.”
Roald Dahl – Skin
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Marie-Antoinette – movie review
Marie-Antoinette: This is ridiculous.
Comtesse de Noailles: This, Madame, is Versailles.
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The Sperm Whale Road – as told by the White One
Moby-Dick Beyond the Symbols
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Si Fussi Aceddu (If I Were a Bird), By Paolo Buonvino, Simona Di Gregorio
A Song That Breaths
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