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April 2013
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“What people had shed and left - a pair of shoes, a shooting cap, some faded...”
– Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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Melville on the Color White
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way? Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a color as the visual absence of color, and at the same time the concrete of all colors; is it for this reason that there is such...
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March 2013
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February 2013
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“A little ghostlike, a little haggard, a little alive: actually, an ordinary...”
– Pierre-Albert Jourdan (trans. John Taylor)
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“On that summer night, said Austerlitz, we sat high above the estuary of the...”
– W. G. Sebald, Austerlitz (trans. Anthea Bell)
January 2013
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