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Search results for tag #literature

[?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
@fictograma@mastodon.social

Juan en el parque de diversiones con Carla y Mariel: tratando de ser el novio héroe… lo arrastraron a la montaña rusa. Cara verde y pelo revuelto. Mariel miró al cielo y soltó:
“Dile a esa voz que se busque otra historia.”
fictograma.com/d/3454-la-vida-

    [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
    @fictograma@mastodon.social

    "Don Quijote - Cap. 19": Noche cerrada en el camino. Luces como fantasmas se acercan: ¡un cuerpo muerto en litera de luto! Yo, el Caballero de la Triste Figura, cargo contra ellos. Sancho tiembla, pero la aventura...

    fictograma.com/d/3455-el-ingen

      [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
      @fictograma@mastodon.social

      "El Indio": Entre la escuela que mandaban construir y la peregrinación impuesta por el cura, los indígenas se dividieron: unos caminaron tres días bajo el sol para pagar la deuda al santo, mientras...
      fictograma.com/d/3456-el-indio

        [?]The Vulgar Tongue » 🤖 🌐
        @TheVulgarTongue@zirk.us

        MUTE. An undertaker's servant, who stands at the door of a person lying in state: so named from being supposed mute with grief.

        A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

        --
        @histodons

        Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot):

MUTE. An undertaker's servant, who stands at the door of a person lying in state: so named from being supposed mute with grief.

A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

        Alt...Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): MUTE. An undertaker's servant, who stands at the door of a person lying in state: so named from being supposed mute with grief. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

          [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
          @fictograma@mastodon.social

          "Hamlet": "Sepultureros cavando la fosa de Ofelia debaten si se suicida o no… y la entierran en sagrado por ser noble. Hamlet ve la calavera de Yorick: «¡Ay, pobre Yorick! Yo le conocí…». Reflexión brutal sobre la muerte...
          fictograma.com/d/3457-hamlet-a

            [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
            @fictograma@mastodon.social

            "Rikan soldando con total concentración en su taller. Mark regresa de su aventura, deja la caja y por fin puede descansar en casa. Arriba en Loxus, Miyako, Kusa y Soka vuelven al cuartel de los Guardianes entre sonrisas y...
            fictograma.com/d/3458-oddysey

              [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
              @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

              Fences by August Wilson

              for Lloyd Richards,
who adds to whatever he touches

              Alt...for Lloyd Richards, who adds to whatever he touches

                [?]Bob the Traveler » 🤖 🌐
                @bobthetraveler@mastodon.world

                Matthew Lewis, born OTD in 1775, trained as a diplomat but is known for his novels and drama often classified as "Gothic horror" cromwell-intl.com/travel/usa/p

                  [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                  @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                  "Psychiatry is becoming too popular. Everybody talks of complexes and neuroses and psychoses and compulsions and whatnot. One man’s guilt complex is another man’s good night’s sleep."

                    [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                    @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                    El Rincón Verde: Bajo la lluvia, entre flores que susurran y plantas que abren portales, Ágata atiende clientes con peticiones imposibles: sueños, muertos… y secretos.
                    fictograma.com/d/3450-el-rinco

                      [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                      @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                      Juan despertó con Carla dormida a su lado, el tatuaje de girasol asomando y el recuerdo de una noche que rozó el nirvana. Pero el narrador ya estaba ahí, susurrando...
                      fictograma.com/d/3451-la-vida-

                        [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                        @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                        Juan entró al supermercado como novio responsable: lista de Carla en mano, carrito chirriante y ganas de una cena perfecta. Diez minutos después estaba de rodillas en el...
                        fictograma.com/d/3452-la-vida-

                          [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                          @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                          Juan en el parque de diversiones con Carla y Mariel: tratando de ser el novio héroe… lo arrastraron a la montaña rusa. Cara verde y pelo revuelto. Mariel miró al cielo y...
                          fictograma.com/d/3454-la-vida-

                            [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                            @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                            "Don Quijote - Cap. 19": Noche cerrada en el camino. Luces como fantasmas se acercan: ¡un cuerpo muerto en litera de luto! Yo, el Caballero de la...

                            fictograma.com/d/3455-el-ingen

                              [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                              @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                              "El Indio": Entre la escuela que mandaban construir y la peregrinación impuesta por el cura, los indígenas se dividieron: unos caminaron tres días bajo el...
                              fictograma.com/d/3456-el-indio

                                [?]Caesai » 🌐
                                @caesai@mastodon.social

                                José Lezama Lima, _Paradiso_.

                                José Lezama Lima, _Paradiso_.

                                Alt...José Lezama Lima, _Paradiso_.

                                  [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                  @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                  "Hamlet": "Sepultureros cavando la fosa de Ofelia debaten si se suicida o no… la entierran en sagrado por ser noble. Hamlet ve la calavera de Yorick: «¡Ay, pobre Yorick! Yo le conocí…»
                                  fictograma.com/d/3457-hamlet-a

                                    [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                    @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                    "Rikan soldando con total concentración en su taller. Mark regresa de su aventura, deja la caja y por fin puede descansar en casa. Arriba en Loxus, Miyako, Kusa y Soka vuelven al cuartel de los Guardianes...
                                    fictograma.com/d/3458-oddysey

                                      [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                      @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                      Scots Whay Hae! speaks to the five shortlisted authors for this year’s Scottish Crime Debut of the Year award: May Rinaldi (Liar Thief); Zoë Rankin (The Vanishing Place); Linda Duncan McLaughlin (Original Sins): Frances Crawford (A Bad, Bad Place); and Kirsty Lockwood (We Know What You Did)

                                      youtube.com/watch?v=LXlAe5b0R5c

                                        [?]Bob the Traveler » 🤖 🌐
                                        @bobthetraveler@mastodon.world

                                        Matthew Lewis, born OTD in 1775, trained as a diplomat but is known for his novels and drama often classified as "Gothic horror" cromwell-intl.com/travel/usa/n

                                          [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                                          @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                                          A Nation in Denial: The Truth About Homelessness by Alice S. Baum and Donald W. Burnes

                                          This book is dedicated to Button, Ralph, Brenda, Tim, Donald, Loraine, Richard, Chales, Jimmy, Donald, Steve, Eddie, Ted, Shannon, Patricia, Arthur, Archie, Joe, Zollie, Henry, Jerome, and the other homeless people with whom we worked and from whom we learned the importance of telling the truth.

                                          Alt...This book is dedicated to Button, Ralph, Brenda, Tim, Donald, Loraine, Richard, Chales, Jimmy, Donald, Steve, Eddie, Ted, Shannon, Patricia, Arthur, Archie, Joe, Zollie, Henry, Jerome, and the other homeless people with whom we worked and from whom we learned the importance of telling the truth.

                                            [?]Bob the Traveler » 🤖 🌐
                                            @bobthetraveler@mastodon.world

                                            Matthew Lewis, born OTD in 1775, trained as a diplomat but is known for his novels and drama often classified as "Gothic horror" cromwell-intl.com/travel/usa/p

                                              [?]Caesai » 🌐
                                              @caesai@mastodon.social

                                              László Krasznahorkai, _Tango satánico_.

                                              László Krasznahorkai, _Tango satánico_.

                                              Alt...László Krasznahorkai, _Tango satánico_.

                                                [?]RJT » 🌐
                                                @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                                                [?]flo » 🌐
                                                @fasnix@federation.network

                                                Beautiful poem in Interlingua.

                                                "..., an international language. It extracts the common Graeco-Latin vocabulary present in today's languages.

                                                Here is a translation of the poem:

                                                The sky is a canvas
                                                painted only in gray
                                                Raindrops dance
                                                that haven't yet fallen

                                                Little by little
                                                the first drops come,
                                                slowly begins
                                                the percussive struggle

                                                Furious drums
                                                I hear from the roofs,
                                                lying drowsy
                                                in a disheveled bed

                                                The air is full
                                                of the scents of the earth
                                                and my mind of thoughts
                                                that spin and wander

                                                When rain falls,
                                                I whisper your name
                                                and behind the gray sky
                                                I see a light

                                                Leaves bend
                                                with heavy drops
                                                The earth is a mirror
                                                that reflects birds

                                                The fragrance of firs
                                                and of fresh grass
                                                fills the soft
                                                picturesque ground

                                                Clouds – the poets,
                                                write ethereal verses
                                                and winds carry them
                                                slowly to you

                                                I open the window,
                                                hear celestial poems
                                                and perhaps your voice
                                                from the distant forest

                                                But suddenly, in the distance,
                                                the thunder, a brilliance
                                                The lightning wrote
                                                your name to the sky

                                                When you return,
                                                summer will return
                                                Still in spring
                                                I remain abandoned

                                                Little by little
                                                the rain ends
                                                and I say your name:
                                                Kalini, Kalini"
                                                (...)

                                                https://inv.nadeko.net/watch?v=0hlLoysbCPI

                                                (https://youtu.be/0hlLoysbCPI)

                                                  [?](Older) RJT » 🌐
                                                  @one@subconscioussignature.earth

                                                  [?]RJT » 🌐
                                                  @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                                                  [?]Bob the Traveler » 🤖 🌐
                                                  @bobthetraveler@mastodon.world

                                                  Matthew Lewis, born OTD in 1775, trained as a diplomat but is known for his novels and drama often classified as "Gothic horror" cromwell-intl.com/travel/usa/p

                                                    [?]RJT » 🌐
                                                    @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                                                    [?]Bob the Traveler » 🤖 🌐
                                                    @bobthetraveler@mastodon.world

                                                    Matthew Lewis, born OTD in 1775, trained as a diplomat but is known for his novels and drama often classified as "Gothic horror" cromwell-intl.com/travel/usa/p

                                                      [?]North Sea Armed Forces Lodge » 🌐
                                                      @North_Sea_829@norden.social

                                                      Albert Pike, a 33° Mason, compiled a massive book on the Rite of Masonry called Morals and Dogma, first published in 1871. For many decades it was required reading for Scottish Rite Masons, and is still highly recommended.

                                                      He is also credited with writing the ritual of the 33° for the Southern Jurisdiction.

                                                        [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                        @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                                                        That Cheese Plate Wants to Party: Festive Boards, Spreads, and Recipes with the Cheese by Numbers Method by Marissa Mullen

                                                        To my online community of cheese lovers, who are always down to party together or apart

                                                        Alt...To my online community of cheese lovers, who are always down to party together or apart

                                                          [?]Blair » 🌐
                                                          @EnglishTeacher@pixelfed.social

                                                          I’ve gone bush for this week’s #ThursdayBooksandBeer, or at least to Olinda in the Dandenong Ranges. I’m reading the debut novel by Wayne Marshall, Henry Goes Bush, a mind bending wacky version of the iconic Australian writer Henry Lawson and his visit to Bourke in the late nineteenth century. I’m drinking ‘Something Rangey’, an oat cream DIPA collaboration between Banks Brewing and Range Brewing. #reading #literature # henrylawson #craftbeer

                                                            [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                            @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                            NAMING THE SNAKES
                                                            New Writing Scotland 44
                                                            Ed. by Chris Powici, Allan Radcliffe & Anna C. Frater

                                                            The best new short fiction & poetry from forty-three writers who are Scottish by birth, residence, or inclination, writing in English, Gaelic, & Scots. Available for preorder now from all good bookshops! (And the evil one too.)

                                                            asls.org.uk/publications/books

                                                            Book cover:

Naming
the
Snakes

New
Writing
Scotland
44

Edited by Chris Powici and Allan Radcliffe
Gaelic Editor: Anna C. Frater

The cover image shows a mix of overlapping yellow, orange, and purple fabrics, semi-transparent, on top of a drawing of a hand holding a disc which rests on top of a pillar. The head of a snake coils up from below to rest on the disc.

                                                            Alt...Book cover: Naming the Snakes New Writing Scotland 44 Edited by Chris Powici and Allan Radcliffe Gaelic Editor: Anna C. Frater The cover image shows a mix of overlapping yellow, orange, and purple fabrics, semi-transparent, on top of a drawing of a hand holding a disc which rests on top of a pillar. The head of a snake coils up from below to rest on the disc.

                                                              [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                              @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                              “Where are our roots? How do we make ourselves at home? How does the stranger come to feel at home? Maybe we need to remind ourselves of what a family is, what it could be, and what it stands for, to begin to make sense of the wider world.”

                                                              Read the editors’ introduction to NAMING THE SNAKES: New Writing Scotland 44:

                                                              asls.org.uk/publications/books

                                                                [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                                @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                                He picked up a pebble
                                                                and threw it into the sea.

                                                                And another, and another.
                                                                He couldn't stop.

                                                                He wasn't trying to fill the sea.
                                                                He wasn't trying to empty the beach.

                                                                He was just throwing away,
                                                                nothing else but…

                                                                —Norman MacCaig, “Small boy”
                                                                published in THE POEMS OF NORMAN MacCAIG (Birlinn, 2009)

                                                                birlinn.co.uk/product/the-poem

                                                                Small boy
by Norman MacCaig

He picked up a pebble
and threw it into the sea.

And another, and another.
He couldn't stop.

He wasn't trying to fill the sea.
He wasn't trying to empty the beach.

He was just throwing away,
nothing else but.

Like a kitten playing
he was practising for the future

when there'll be so many things
he'll want to throw away

if only his fingers will unclench
and let them go.

                                                                Alt...Small boy by Norman MacCaig He picked up a pebble and threw it into the sea. And another, and another. He couldn't stop. He wasn't trying to fill the sea. He wasn't trying to empty the beach. He was just throwing away, nothing else but. Like a kitten playing he was practising for the future when there'll be so many things he'll want to throw away if only his fingers will unclench and let them go.

                                                                  [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                                  @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                                  That was when I threw the stone and then ran after;
                                                                  splashing into Smallholm burn I made the colours
                                                                  of a summer’s day cascade around me…

                                                                  —Ron Butlin, “Histories of Desire”
                                                                  published in HISTORIES OF DESIRE (Bloodaxe, 1995)

                                                                  scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/p

                                                                  Histories of Desire
Ron Butlin

At Carsethorn, Solway Coast

That was when I threw the stone and then ran after;
splashing into Smallholm burn I made the colours
of a summer’s day cascade around me.
That was when the water stilled to rowanberries,
clouds and dark green leaves I could never reach
before. I tried to pick one up –
that was when the earth and sky first slipped
between my finders.

All histories are histories of desire, they tell me
how my life begins and ends: a stretch of water,
a stone a child sends skimming
to the other side.

                                                                  Alt...Histories of Desire Ron Butlin At Carsethorn, Solway Coast That was when I threw the stone and then ran after; splashing into Smallholm burn I made the colours of a summer’s day cascade around me. That was when the water stilled to rowanberries, clouds and dark green leaves I could never reach before. I tried to pick one up – that was when the earth and sky first slipped between my finders. All histories are histories of desire, they tell me how my life begins and ends: a stretch of water, a stone a child sends skimming to the other side.

                                                                    [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                                                                    @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                                                                    "“You are an important man–”Ralston snorted.“You do not consider that to be so?” asked Blaustein.“No, I don’t. There are no important men, any more than there are important individual bacteria.”“I don’t understand.”“I don’t expect you to.”"

                                                                      [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                                      @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                                      “He was an advocate of the new, & that made him stand out in a Scottish modernist literary milieu where there was a kind of gruff, backwards-looking impulse”

                                                                      —Greg Thomas on A HOME IN SPACE, a new collection of Edwin Morgan’s concrete, visual & sound poetry

                                                                      list.co.uk/news/greg-thomas-on

                                                                        [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                                        @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                                        A Home in Space: Selected Concrete, Visual and Sound Poetry by Edwin Morgan – edited by Greg Thomas & Julie Johnstone – will be published in August 2026 by Reaktion Books

                                                                        reaktionbooks.co.uk/work/a-hom

                                                                          [?]Bruce MacDonald » 🌐
                                                                          @rationaldoge@hachyderm.io

                                                                          While looking into this story, I discovered that Karl Oskar (and Kristina) Days is underway in Lindström.

                                                                          Fans of the The Emigrants series of novels by Vilhelm Moberg might enjoy fighting traffic to get up there for the festivities.

                                                                          U.S. Highway 8 in that area is known as "The Moberg Trail."

                                                                          cityoflindstrom.us/1348/KOD-Sc

                                                                          Liv Ullman, in a famous scene from the film "The Emigrants," portraying Kristina on a swing.

                                                                          Alt...Liv Ullman, in a famous scene from the film "The Emigrants," portraying Kristina on a swing.

                                                                            [?]The Vulgar Tongue » 🤖 🌐
                                                                            @TheVulgarTongue@zirk.us

                                                                            To NAB. To seize, or catch unawares. To nab the teaze; to be privately whipped. To nab the stoop; to stand in the pillory. To nab the rust; a jockey term for a horse that becomes restive. To nab the snow: to steal linen left out to bleach or dry. CANT.

                                                                            A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                                                                            --
                                                                            @histodons

                                                                            Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot):

To NAB. To seize, or catch unawares. To nab the teaze; to be privately whipped. To nab the stoop; to stand in the pillory. To nab the rust; a jockey term for a horse that becomes restive. To nab the snow: to steal linen left out to bleach or dry. CANT.

A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                                                                            Alt...Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): To NAB. To seize, or catch unawares. To nab the teaze; to be privately whipped. To nab the stoop; to stand in the pillory. To nab the rust; a jockey term for a horse that becomes restive. To nab the snow: to steal linen left out to bleach or dry. CANT. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                                                                              [?]rommy » 🌐
                                                                              @rommy@mas.to

                                                                              More brilliance from Stratis Haviaras.

                                                                              More brilliance from Stratis Haviaras. #honeymoon #literature #greekliterature #books

                                                                              Alt...More brilliance from Stratis Haviaras. #honeymoon #literature #greekliterature #books

                                                                                [?]Aging with Grace » 🌐
                                                                                @agingwithgrace104771094.com@agingwithgrace104771094.com

                                                                                More Than Shelves

                                                                                Our Library

                                                                                “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
                                                                                — Cicero

                                                                                I recently came across the French word bibliothèque—library. It made me stop and think. In a home, a library is not simply a collection of shelves filled with books. Shelves are where books are stored. A library is something more. It reflects who you are.

                                                                                The books we choose to keep tell a story about our interests, our values, our curiosity, and even the different seasons of our lives. A well-loved novel, a favorite cookbook, a biography that changed the way we think, a travel guide that reminds us of a special journey—together they become a quiet autobiography.

                                                                                Perhaps that’s what makes a home library so special. It isn’t measured by the number of books it holds, but by the life it reflects. Every shelf is a chapter, every book a memory, and together they tell the story of the people who call that house home.

                                                                                Our library occupies a prominent place in our home, not because I intended it to make a statement, but because that’s where we had the space. At the time, I never considered what those shelves might communicate to others. Now I realize they speak quietly on my behalf. They reveal what intrigues me, what I cherish enough to keep nearby, and the enduring conversations I continue to have with authors long after I’ve turned the final page.

                                                                                If you think about it, what we choose to read says a great deal about who we are. Our books reveal our interests, our curiosity, our dreams, and the questions we continue to ask. They remind us where we’ve been and sometimes point us toward where we hope to go.

                                                                                In Home Sweet Maison: The French Art of Making a Home, Danielle Postel-Vinay writes, “In Paris, it’s better to talk about the book you read last weekend than to show off your Rolex.” I smiled when I read that. I’d like to think the same could be said here in America, although perhaps that’s a bit optimistic.

                                                                                To me, good taste has very little to do with the watch you wear, the car you drive, or the label inside your jacket. It has far more to do with how you choose to live your life—with your curiosity, your kindness, the conversations you enjoy, and the ideas that continue to shape you. A well-read book with dog-eared pages can be far more interesting than an expensive possession that simply announces its price.

                                                                                With this in mind, I’ve become more thoughtful about the books I add to my library. Rather than simply filling another shelf, I hope each one reflects something about who I am and what I value. I often collect the complete works of authors I admire, not only because I enjoy their writing, but because I know I’ll return to their books again and again. Like visiting an old friend, each reading reveals something I missed before or speaks to me in a new way.

                                                                                Most of all, I believe we should surround ourselves with what we love. Whether it’s books, art, music, or treasured mementos, the things we choose to live with quietly shape our homes and, in many ways, remind us of who we aspire to be. Perhaps that’s the true purpose of a home library. It isn’t simply a place to keep books. It’s a place that reflects a life of curiosity, learning, and the enduring joy of reading.

                                                                                  [?]Walt » 🌐
                                                                                  @astralcomputing@bookstodon.com

                                                                                  Born this day: 07/09/1945
                                                                                  Dean Koontz is an American writer and screenwriter. Beastchild (1971) was nominated for the Hugo & Locus Awards. His novels are billed as suspense thrillers, but frequently incorporate elements of horror, fantasy, science fiction, mystery, and satire.

                                                                                  en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dean_Koo


                                                                                  @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                                                                                  astralcomputing.com

                                                                                  Cover art by Bert Tanner

                                                                                  Venture SCIENCE FICTION (August 1970) - featured story: BEASTCHILD a complete new novel by DEAN R. KOONTZ. Cover art by Bert Tanner. 60¢

Two large, dark blue clawed hands emerge from a textured red and brown mass in the foreground. The left hand holds a small, white, angular pyramid between its four visible, pointed claws, while the right hand reaches toward the same object with its claws spread wide. These claws are tipped with white. Between the hands and a background of curved, concentric bands in shades of blue, green, yellow, and orange that sweep upward from the bottom right, two thin, black, horizontal shards float.

                                                                                  Alt...Venture SCIENCE FICTION (August 1970) - featured story: BEASTCHILD a complete new novel by DEAN R. KOONTZ. Cover art by Bert Tanner. 60¢ Two large, dark blue clawed hands emerge from a textured red and brown mass in the foreground. The left hand holds a small, white, angular pyramid between its four visible, pointed claws, while the right hand reaches toward the same object with its claws spread wide. These claws are tipped with white. Between the hands and a background of curved, concentric bands in shades of blue, green, yellow, and orange that sweep upward from the bottom right, two thin, black, horizontal shards float.

                                                                                    [?]Project Gutenberg » 🌐
                                                                                    @gutenberg_org@mastodon.social

                                                                                    The Social Realism of Elizabeth Gaskell Who Went Against Outworn Victorian Values

                                                                                    Once pigeonholed as “Mrs Gaskell,” a representative of outworn Victorian values, Elizabeth Gaskell is a more radical writer than you might expect.

                                                                                    thecollector.com/elizabeth-gas

                                                                                    Gaskell at PG:

                                                                                    gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/220

                                                                                    In the photograph, Elizabeth Gaskell sits in an ornate chair with books next to her. She is dressed in a dark, vertically striped Victorian dress with a white collar. A large, patterned paisley shawl covers her arms and lap, and a round brooch or locket is pinned at the center of her bodice.

                                                                                    Alt...In the photograph, Elizabeth Gaskell sits in an ornate chair with books next to her. She is dressed in a dark, vertically striped Victorian dress with a white collar. A large, patterned paisley shawl covers her arms and lap, and a round brooch or locket is pinned at the center of her bodice.

                                                                                      [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                                                      @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                                                                                      Evil for Evil by K.J. Parker

                                                                                      People are all right as far as they go, but sometimes only places will do. This one's for Century and Stickledown, Langport, Whitestaunton and Middle
Room: the pacifist's Valhalla.

                                                                                      Alt...People are all right as far as they go, but sometimes only places will do. This one's for Century and Stickledown, Langport, Whitestaunton and Middle Room: the pacifist's Valhalla.

                                                                                        [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                                                                                        @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                                                                                        "I don’t say it was deliberate fraud. He was probably madly sincere, and sincerely mad."

                                                                                          [?]Tau » 🌐
                                                                                          @TauCeti@kolektiva.social

                                                                                          Went digging into a roof space in the kitchen, looking for two jerrycans stashed there, found them AND a book: Brother and other stories, Clifford D Simak. Will proceed to read it later on.

                                                                                            [?]Izaskun Gracia Quintana » 🌐
                                                                                            @IzaskunGraciaQuintana@mastodon.world

                                                                                            Mil gracias a Salvador Luis, por esta fantástica reseña 🖤🖤🖤

                                                                                            panoptista.com/mal-de-bosque-d

                                                                                            Imagen de la entrada a la reseña de la novela «Mal de bosque»

                                                                                            Alt...Imagen de la entrada a la reseña de la novela «Mal de bosque»

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