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👁️ «La mirada de la muerte», relato por Marisol Llano Azcárate
👉 https://margencero.es/margencero/mirada-de-la-muerte-marisol-llano/
🕰️ Tiempo aprox. de lectura: 13 min
🔖 #relato #cuento #cuentos #literatura #literaturaactual #narrativas #ficciones #revistaalmiar #revistasdeliteratura #margencero #lector #lectores #ytúquélees #almiar #cultura #lecturas #lecturasrecomendadas #writing #literature #humanities

👁️ «La mirada de la muerte», relato por Marisol Llano Azcárate
👉 https://margencero.es/margencero/mirada-de-la-muerte-marisol-llano/
🕰️ Tiempo aprox. de lectura: 13 min

Alt...👁️ «La mirada de la muerte», relato por Marisol Llano Azcárate 👉 https://margencero.es/margencero/mirada-de-la-muerte-marisol-llano/ 🕰️ Tiempo aprox. de lectura: 13 min

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💥«Prefacio sobre lo soez», por Alejandro Bovino Maciel
👁️ https://margencero.es/margencero/prefacio-sobre-lo-soez-alejandro-bovino-maciel/
🕰️ Tiempo aprox. de lectura: 4 min
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💥«Prefacio sobre lo soez», por Alejandro Bovino Maciel
👁️ https://margencero.es/margencero/prefacio-sobre-lo-soez-alejandro-bovino-maciel/
🕰️ Tiempo aprox. de lectura: 4 min

Alt...💥«Prefacio sobre lo soez», por Alejandro Bovino Maciel 👁️ https://margencero.es/margencero/prefacio-sobre-lo-soez-alejandro-bovino-maciel/ 🕰️ Tiempo aprox. de lectura: 4 min

[?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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Romo by Bill Romanowski

To my alter ego, "Romo," who became the symbol of my ceaseless drive for perfection. You are being retired, but you will always remain alive as my burning ambition to be the best in everything I do.

Alt...To my alter ego, "Romo," who became the symbol of my ceaseless drive for perfection. You are being retired, but you will always remain alive as my burning ambition to be the best in everything I do.

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    Heritage had passed the stage where he was conscious of hunger. Indeed, there was an almost complete and ascetic severance of mental and physical consciousness, a serene exhilaration in which his mind functioned with amazing clarity.
    Questions for whose answer he had often groped blindly were now revealed to him as vividly as a strange countryside is photographed upon…

    — John D. Swain
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      [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
      @scotlit@mastodon.scot

      Lines etched on a window at Wingate’s Inn, Stirling, 26 August 1787

      Here Stewarts once in triumph reign’d,
      And laws for Scotland’s weal ordain’ d;
      But now unroof’d their Palace stands,
      Their Sceptre’s fall’n to other hands…

      , 26 August, 1787, Robert Burns wrote this poem with a diamond-tipped pen on a window in Stirling

      burnsmuseum.wordpress.com/2018

      Lines etched on a window at Wingate’s Inn, Stirling, 26 August 1787
Robert Burns

Here Stewarts once in triumph reign’d,
And laws for Scotland’s weal ordain’d;
But now unroof’d their Palace stands,
Their Sceptre’s fall’n to other hands;
Fall’n indeed, and to the Earth
Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth.
The injur’d STEWART-line are gone,
A Race outlandish fills their throne:
An idiot race, to honour lost—
Who know them best despise them most.

      Alt...Lines etched on a window at Wingate’s Inn, Stirling, 26 August 1787 Robert Burns Here Stewarts once in triumph reign’d, And laws for Scotland’s weal ordain’d; But now unroof’d their Palace stands, Their Sceptre’s fall’n to other hands; Fall’n indeed, and to the Earth Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth. The injur’d STEWART-line are gone, A Race outlandish fills their throne: An idiot race, to honour lost— Who know them best despise them most.

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

        “The life of John Buchan reads like one of his adventure stories… he roamed both continents & careers alike, leaping from one cliffhanger to the next”

        John Buchan (1875–1940) – from son of the manse to Governor-General of Canada – was born , 26 August.

        A 🎂 🧵

        1/9

        thebottleimp.org.uk/2025/12/th

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

          John Buchan wasn’t just a master of the suspense thriller: he also wrote poetry, short stories, essays, biographies & histories – & was an editor, publisher, intelligence officer, civil servant, politician, & churchman

          Nick Rankin examines John Buchan’s life – currently available on BBC Sounds

          2/9

          bbc.co.uk/programmes/b05qjq6h

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

            THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS is a ticking bomb of a book. “The speed is breathtaking,” noted former MI5 chief Dame Stella Rimington. “It doesn’t matter that the reader has no clue where he is being taken.”

            How THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS created the modern thriller

            3/9

            telegraph.co.uk/books/what-to-

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

              “Class-conscious we are, and class-conscious wull be
              Till our fit’s on the neck o’ the Boorjoyzee”
              —Dougal, chief of the Gorbals Die-Hards, in John Buchan’s 1922 novel HUNTINGTOWER

              Buchan’s father was minister at the John Knox Free Church in the Gorbals, Glasgow

              4/9

              heraldscotland.com/news/174910

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

                Author of more than 100 books, dozens of short stories & poems, thousands of articles… Ursula Buchan explores her grandfather’s rich literary legacy, via The History of Literature podcast

                5/9

                historyofliterature.com/611-jo

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

                  But Davie’s deid!
                  Nae mair gude nor ill can betide him.
                  We happit him doun by Beaumont toun,
                  And the half o’ my hert’s in the mools aside him.

                  “Home Thoughts from Abroad”—one of John Buchan’s First World War poems in Scots

                  6/9

                  asls.org.uk/publications/books

                  John Buchan
Home Thoughts from Abroad

Aifter the war, says the papers, they’ll no be content at hame,
The lad that hae feucht wi’ death twae ’ear i’ the mud and the rain and the snaw;
For aifter a sodger’s life the shop will be unco tame;
They’ll ettle at fortune and freedom in the new lands far awa’.

No me!
By God! No me!
Aince we hae lickit oor faes
And aince I get oot o’ this hell,
For the rest o’ my leevin’ days
I’ll mak a pet o’ mysel’.
I’ll haste me back wi’ an eident fit
And settle again in the same auld bit.
And oh! the comfort to snowk again
The reek o’ my mither’s but-and-ben,
The wee box-bed and the ingle neuk
And the kail-pat hung frae the chimley-heuk!
I’ll gang back to the shop like a laddie to play,
Tak doun the shutters at skreigh o’ day,
And weigh oot floor wi’ a carefu’ pride,
And hear the clash o’ the countraside.
I’ll wear for ordinar’ a roond hard hat,
A collar and dicky and black cravat.
If the weather’s wat I’ll no stir ootbye
Wi’oot an umbrella to keep me dry.
I think I’d better no tak a wife—
I’ve had a’ the adventure I want in life.—
But at nicht, when the door are steeked, I’ll sit,
While the bleeze loups high frae the aiken ruit,
And smoke my pipe aside the crook.
And read in some douce auld-farrant book;
Or crack wi’ Davie and mix a rummer,
While the auld wife’s pow nid-nods in slum’er;
And hark to the winds gaun tearin’ bye
And thank the Lord I’m sae warm and dry.

When simmer brings the lang bricht e’en,
I’ll daunder doun to the bowling-green,
Or delve my yaird and my roses tend

                  Alt...John Buchan Home Thoughts from Abroad Aifter the war, says the papers, they’ll no be content at hame, The lad that hae feucht wi’ death twae ’ear i’ the mud and the rain and the snaw; For aifter a sodger’s life the shop will be unco tame; They’ll ettle at fortune and freedom in the new lands far awa’. No me! By God! No me! Aince we hae lickit oor faes And aince I get oot o’ this hell, For the rest o’ my leevin’ days I’ll mak a pet o’ mysel’. I’ll haste me back wi’ an eident fit And settle again in the same auld bit. And oh! the comfort to snowk again The reek o’ my mither’s but-and-ben, The wee box-bed and the ingle neuk And the kail-pat hung frae the chimley-heuk! I’ll gang back to the shop like a laddie to play, Tak doun the shutters at skreigh o’ day, And weigh oot floor wi’ a carefu’ pride, And hear the clash o’ the countraside. I’ll wear for ordinar’ a roond hard hat, A collar and dicky and black cravat. If the weather’s wat I’ll no stir ootbye Wi’oot an umbrella to keep me dry. I think I’d better no tak a wife— I’ve had a’ the adventure I want in life.— But at nicht, when the door are steeked, I’ll sit, While the bleeze loups high frae the aiken ruit, And smoke my pipe aside the crook. And read in some douce auld-farrant book; Or crack wi’ Davie and mix a rummer, While the auld wife’s pow nid-nods in slum’er; And hark to the winds gaun tearin’ bye And thank the Lord I’m sae warm and dry. When simmer brings the lang bricht e’en, I’ll daunder doun to the bowling-green, Or delve my yaird and my roses tend

                  For the big floo’er-show in the next back-end.
Whiles, when the sun blinks aifter rain,
I’ll tak my rod and gang up the glen;
Me and Davie, we ken the pˇles
Whaur the troot grow great in the howes o’ the hills;
And, wanderin’ back when the gloamin’ fa’s
And the midges dance in the hazel shaws,
We’ll stop at the yett ayont the hicht
And drink great wauchts o’ the scented nicht,
While the hoose lamps kin’le raw by raw
And a yellow star hings ower the law.
Davie will lauch like a wean at a fair
And nip my airm to mak certain shüre
That we’re back frae yon place o’ dule and dreid,
To oor ain kind warld—

But Davie’s deid!
Nae mair gude nor ill can betide him.
We happit him doun by Beaumont toun,
And the half o’ my hert’s in the mools aside him.

                  Alt...For the big floo’er-show in the next back-end. Whiles, when the sun blinks aifter rain, I’ll tak my rod and gang up the glen; Me and Davie, we ken the pˇles Whaur the troot grow great in the howes o’ the hills; And, wanderin’ back when the gloamin’ fa’s And the midges dance in the hazel shaws, We’ll stop at the yett ayont the hicht And drink great wauchts o’ the scented nicht, While the hoose lamps kin’le raw by raw And a yellow star hings ower the law. Davie will lauch like a wean at a fair And nip my airm to mak certain shüre That we’re back frae yon place o’ dule and dreid, To oor ain kind warld— But Davie’s deid! Nae mair gude nor ill can betide him. We happit him doun by Beaumont toun, And the half o’ my hert’s in the mools aside him.

                    [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
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                    “You think that a wall as solid as the earth separates civilisation from barbarism. I tell you the division is a thread, a sheet of glass…”
                    —John Buchan, THE POWER-HOUSE (1914)

                    David Goldie, at our 2024 Schools Conference, discusses why we should read John Buchan today

                    7/9

                    youtube.com/watch?v=i_wvxwN2puY

                      [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
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                      John Buchan: A Man For Our Time?

                      Prof Murray Pittock paints a fascinating picture of John Buchan – a literary legend & a man who was ahead of his time on many issues that still resonate today, from Scottish nationalism to the rights of indigenous peoples

                      8/9

                      youtube.com/watch?v=Z5zPRJt1Hdg

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

                        A Queer Warld
                        Four Short Stories by John Buchan
                        FREE EBOOK

                        Although John Buchan is best remembered as the author of thrillers such as THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS, it was his short fiction that established him as a master of storytelling & suspense

                        9/9

                        asls.org.uk/publications/books

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                          F a straight line () meeting two other straight lines, ( and ) makes with them the alternate angles ( and ; and ) equal, these two straight lines are parallel.

                          — Oliver Byrne
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                            [?]Drifting Pleasantly In The Midday » 🌐
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                            Comedy in Palladia: Funny Snippets

                            This week's wallpapers are for Set 11, for The Palladia Trilogy. To download them, visit this page. Get a desktop wallpaper download while you're there. I spent much of the last 3 days touching up my website (which is a different site from my blog) and improving areas of this blog. The website changes include removing an archaic old blog of book reviews I did 5-10 years ago and adding a gallery of new author photos. In fact, I now simply call the About Me page Author Photos, although there […] [SENSITIVE CONTENT]

                            This week’s wallpapers are for Set 11, for The Palladia Trilogy. To download them, visit this page. Get a desktop wallpaper download while you’re there.

                            I spent much of the last 3 days touching up my website (which is a different site from my blog) and improving areas of this blog. The website changes include removing an archaic old blog of book reviews I did 5-10 years ago and adding a gallery of new author photos. In fact, I now simply call the About Me page Author Photos, although there is a bio of me there too. That website is www.sarahscheele.com. The additions to this blog here include a new Audio page. It is just a little beginner pop-up, but I will start trying to do some minimal audio in the future. Also, I redid the color scheme, header, menu organization, and elevated page appearance to include color blocks on all pages like I use in the actual blog posts.

                            JUST WANTED TO ANNOUNCE THIS BECAUSE IT TOOK HOURS AND I AM PROUD. What’s ironic is that few people will even glance at these changes consciously. The effect improvements have on a website is mostly in people’s subconscious reactions to a better display rather than their thinking, “you changed that, about time.” But I personally feel elated about them!

                            For the wallpapers, it’s hard to remember quite what I was thinking for this set because it was about 12 months ago. And when I looked at them to upload them today, I thought they look weird and kinda funny! So I think that must have been my goal. I will optimistically say it was because it makes me feel more secure. I certainly don’t want to think I had SOME OTHER PLAN AND THEY ENDED UP THIS WAY AND I DID NOT NOTICE UNTIL NOW. SO I’m going to say the theme for this wallpaper set was cute little comedy moments wafting out of Palladia like gentle air from a vent.

                            This wallpaper captures the theme (since we have decided it was a conscious theme) of random Palladia comedy. What if someone thought how bizarre the effect of solar colonization has been on the Earth. Outer space colonies are described as superior for no explained reason. There seems to have been a sort of Brain Drain. Did everyone smart leave our planet entirely?

                            I guess for Invaders I thought: I have looked at this cover for many hours during my lifetime. Uploading it on more platforms than I can count and backing it up on discs more times than I can remember. And by now I have Katia’s serene, vague smile memorized. She always seems to be saying “Hey There, I’m Back. You Have To Upload Me Again.”

                            For Consuela I found a template with 3 little fruits, and I probably reasoned who can be represented by these 3 little fruits, 1 bigger than the other? Well, obviously, Miss Plummer (the bigger one) and two of her friends. Rena is not there because at the end of the book she sort of dumped them and got married without inviting them, although she had been friends with them before. At this time Miss Plummer was in jail, but that wasn’t why Rena did it–we think.

                            Celestine I faintly do remember. It happened by accident. I tried something new–to use only the large face image on the cover instead of the whole design–and put a layer on it. This turned an odd shade of lavender and there were already weird leaves on the template. They were now wafting around her face. Her eyes became red and mildly not human during the color change. My first feeling was this is USELESS. But then I added a panda, now also lavender, and turned it into a story. It’s one of those When Life Hands You Lemons things. This also largely sums up my whole relationship with Celestine since it was written!

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                            Moby Dick: The 19th-Century novel that challenged our fear of the 'monstrous' whale

                            By Elizabeth Sulis Kim

                            bbc.co.uk/culture/article/2026

                            Moby Dick is available at PG:
                            gutenberg.org/ebooks/2701

                            Title: Whale Fishery of New England

Editor: Mass.) State Street Trust Company (Boston

A small rowboat crew of whalers, harpoons in hand, approaching a large sperm whale as it thrashes at the surface with its tail raised. A larger sailing ship sits in the background.

                            Alt...Title: Whale Fishery of New England Editor: Mass.) State Street Trust Company (Boston A small rowboat crew of whalers, harpoons in hand, approaching a large sperm whale as it thrashes at the surface with its tail raised. A larger sailing ship sits in the background.

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                              Come live with me, and be my love,
                              And we will all the pleasures prove,
                              That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
                              And all the craggy mountain yields.

                              — Christopher Marlowe
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                                The first school south of the Columbia river was the Mission school, taught by Philip L. Edwards in 1835, near Old Champoeg, in what is now Marion county. Commencing with only a few pupils, twenty-five more were brought in from the settlers on French prairie, and from native Indians, on either side of the Cascade mountains, until all the persons, pupils and others…

                                — Joseph Gaston
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                                  Candy Darling: Dreamer, Icon, Superstar by Cynthia Carr

                                  DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to the trans community. As I worked on this biography of the transgender pioneer Candy Darling, I saw that community increasingly demonized in ways both cruel and traumatizing.

So, dear trans community: May this account of one life make a difference. May you be understood. May you be appreciated. May you be loved.

                                  Alt...DEDICATION This book is dedicated to the trans community. As I worked on this biography of the transgender pioneer Candy Darling, I saw that community increasingly demonized in ways both cruel and traumatizing. So, dear trans community: May this account of one life make a difference. May you be understood. May you be appreciated. May you be loved.

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                                    "Philosophy," says Hegel, "is utterly useless and fruitless, and, for this very reason, is the sublimest of all pursuits, the most deserving of our attention, and the most worthy of our seal"—a somewhat Coleridegy assertion, with a rivulet of deep meaning in a meadow of words. It would be wasting time to disentangle the paradox—and the more so as no one will…

                                    — Edgar Allan Poe
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                                      💡 Did You Know?

                                      Bram Stoker spent 7 years researching Dracula, studying Romanian folklore — despite never visiting Romania.

                                      lk0.eu/bks37m

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

                                        "For man to become successful, for man to establish himself as the ruler of the planet, it was necessary for him to use his brain as something more than a device to make the daily routine of getting food and evading enemies a little more efficient. Man had to learn to control his environment.""

                                          [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                          Revelation through Joseph Smith to Oliver Cowdery, Fayette, New York, September 1830. History of the Church 1:109-11.
                                          Behold, I say unto thee, Oliver, that it shall be given unto thee that thou shalt be heard by the church in all things whatsoever thou shalt teach them by the Comforter, concerning the revelations and commandments which I have…

                                          — The Doctrine and Covenants (unsourced)
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                                            [?]Lala Color » 🌐
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                                            "I do things with no faith, but like a clock."

                                            Federico García Lorca

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                                              DRAGGLETAIL or DAGGLETAIL. One whose garments are bespattered with dag or dew: generally applied to the female sex, to signify a slattern.

                                              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):

DRAGGLETAIL or DAGGLETAIL. One whose garments are bespattered with dag or dew: generally applied to the female sex, to signify a slattern.

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): DRAGGLETAIL or DAGGLETAIL. One whose garments are bespattered with dag or dew: generally applied to the female sex, to signify a slattern. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

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                                                'TIS NOT thy flowing hair of orient gold,
                                                Nor those bright eyes, like sapphire gems that glow;
                                                Nor cheek of blushing rose, nor breast of snow,
                                                The varying passions of the heart could hold:

                                                — Robinson
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                                                  [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                                  To Atticus on his way to Rome, from Rome, November 54 BC
                                                  At last the long-expected letter from you! Back to Italy, how delightful! What wonderful fidelity to your promise! What a charming voyage! About this last, by Hercules, I was very nervous, remembering the fur wrappers of your former crossing. But, unless I am mistaken, I shall see you sooner than you say…

                                                  — Marcus Tullius Cicero
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                                                    [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                                                    @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                                                    "Inspect every piece of pseudoscience and you will find a security blanket, a thumb to suck, a skirt to hold. What does the scientist have to offer in exchange? Uncertainty! Insecurity!"

                                                      [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                                      Drug Use for Grown-Ups: Chasing Liberty in the Land of Fear by Dr. Carl L. Hart

                                                      For Parker and countless other real [n-word]s—
who shielded me from the hit, making it possible for a 
hood counterfeit to become mainstream legit.

                                                      Alt...For Parker and countless other real [n-word]s— who shielded me from the hit, making it possible for a hood counterfeit to become mainstream legit.

                                                        [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
                                                        @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

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                                                        [?]Dead Poets Daily » 🌐
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                                                        IT starts not far beyond the centre of the world, the Bank of England, the Stock Exchange and a regular jungle of other banks and financial establishments; this Golden Shore is almost washed by the black waves of East London.

                                                        — Karel Čapek
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                                                          Since now the hour is come at last,
                                                          When you must quit your anxious lover;
                                                          Since now, our dream of bliss is past,
                                                          One pang, my girl, and all is over.

                                                          — George Gordon, Lord Byron
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                                                            [?]Birgit Boe » 🌐
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                                                            One of my favorite authors. Because of his humanistic stance.

                                                            birgit-boellinger.com/john-ste

                                                              [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                                              GEORGETOWN, the capital of British Guiana (see Guiana),
                                                              and the seat of the colonial government, situated on the left
                                                              bank of the Demerara river at its mouth, in 6° 29′ 24″ N. and
                                                              ° 11′ 30″ W. It was known during the Dutch occupation
                                                              as Stabroek, and was established as the seat of government
                                                              of the combined colonies of Essequibo and Demerara (now…

                                                              — Archibald Graeme Bell
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                                                                O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
                                                                O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
                                                                O sweet and bitter in a breath,
                                                                What whispers from thy lying lip?
                                                                "The stars," she whispers, "blindly run;
                                                                A web is wov'n across the sky;
                                                                From out waste places comes a cry,
                                                                And murmurs from the dying sun:
                                                                "And all the phantom, Nature, stands--
                                                                With all the music in her tone,
                                                                A…

                                                                — Lord Alfred Tennyson
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                                                                  WHAT do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead?
                                                                  Think ye our glory and gain will pay for the torrent of blood we have shed?
                                                                  By the cheers of our Victory will the heart of the mother be comforted?

                                                                  — George Herbert Clarke
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                                                                    But when I wrote in the sand
                                                                    A little unlegended name,
                                                                    A human unhistoried name.
                                                                    With a bitter cry and uplifted hand
                                                                    You rose and over that famished land,
                                                                    Fled away like a flame.

                                                                    — John Cowper Powys
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                                                                      "Mi vida como vampiro - Capítulos IX y ":🧛‍♂️

                                                                      Entre chupetones, amigos que confraternizan con ron barato y el "tío bueno" de la oficina que te escribe en redes, la nueva vida de Pedro resulta más... fictograma.com/d/3887-mi-vida-

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                                                                        ¡Nuevo capítulo disponible! 📖

                                                                        "Rusia de noche" - Capítulo 3
                                                                        Un lunes gélido en Moscú, el metro atestado, encuentros fugaces y el peso de las decisiones pendientes…
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                                                                          Nuestro escritor necesita de tu crítica literaria: Aquí tienes un tuit corto:

                                                                          En la Mansión Ashcroft el silencio es más aterrador que los gritos. Capítulo 3 de Silent Threat ya está disponible.

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                                                                            Atkinson, William Biddle (1832–1909)
                                                                            William B. Atkinson, an obstetrician in Philadelphia and also one who gathered the lives of well-known American physicians into a volume of biography, was the son of Isaac S. and Mary R. Biddle Atkinson and was born in Haverford, Pennsylvania, June 21, 1832. His father's people were among the earliest settlers in…

                                                                            — American Medical Biographies
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                                                                              Another Roadside Attraction by Tom Robbins

                                                                              This book is dedicated to the Kendrick boys—Capt. John (deceased) and Billy (kicking); to Shazam, to tiny Terrie, and to the "fantastic foolybear" wherever she may be.

                                                                              Alt...This book is dedicated to the Kendrick boys—Capt. John (deceased) and Billy (kicking); to Shazam, to tiny Terrie, and to the "fantastic foolybear" wherever she may be.

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                                                                                Friedrich Reinhold Kreutzwald, who died OTD in 1882, wrote the Estonian national epic Kalevipoeg; he is considered to be the father of the national of cromwell-intl.com/travel/eston

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                                                                                  "Mi vida como vampiro - Capítulos IX y ":🧛‍♂️

                                                                                  Entre chupetones, amigos que confraternizan con ron barato y el "tío bueno" de la oficina que te escribe en redes, la nueva vida de Pedro resulta más humana de lo que esperaba.
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