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[?]TKSST • seethis.tv 🌈🪐✨ » 🌐
@tksst@fediscience.org

💁🏻‍♀️ NEW: 🟣🖍️ Book League Storytime Adventures shares a read-along of Crockett Johnson's 1955 picture book Harold and the Purple Crayon. A young boy uses his crayon and to draw his own nighttime path, turning blank pages into an .

👉 Learn more: seethis.tv/post/harold-and-the

In a minimalist line illustration, a toddler holding a purple crayon stands beside sketches drawn in purple: a tall, stylized deer with antlers, a small spiky porcupine, and several pies arranged across the ground.

Alt...In a minimalist line illustration, a toddler holding a purple crayon stands beside sketches drawn in purple: a tall, stylized deer with antlers, a small spiky porcupine, and several pies arranged across the ground.

    [?]OhSnap!Dragon » 🌐
    @DrOinOR@mastodon.social

    It saddens me that Americans won't lift a finger to support child literacy unless someone famous croaks.
    And then wonder why we live in Trumplandia.
    SMH.



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

      Died this day: 08/31/1965 (b. 05/02/1890) Edward Elmer "DOC" Smith was an American science-fiction author, best known for the Lensman series. The Lensman series was a runner-up for the 1966 Hugo Award for Best All-Time Series, losing to the Foundation series by Isaac Asimov.

      en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._E._Sm


      @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

      astralcomputing.com

      Cover art by Leo Morey

      AMAZING STORIES (January 1934) - featured story: TRIPLANETARY by Doctor Edward E. Smith. Cover art by Leo Morey. A New Serial by Doctor Edward E. Smith, MASTER OF DREAMS by Hal Vincent, OTHER SCIENCE FICTION By Well Known Authors, 25 Cents A man in a dark flight suit and goggles leans forward while operating a large ray gun mounted on a tripod, with his hands gripping the handles and his body resting against the tripod. To the right, an explosion of light and debris erupts near a metallic, riveted hull that features several circular portholes and is illuminated by an orange glow. The scene contains colors of orange, yellow, dark blue, brown, and black.

      Alt...AMAZING STORIES (January 1934) - featured story: TRIPLANETARY by Doctor Edward E. Smith. Cover art by Leo Morey. A New Serial by Doctor Edward E. Smith, MASTER OF DREAMS by Hal Vincent, OTHER SCIENCE FICTION By Well Known Authors, 25 Cents A man in a dark flight suit and goggles leans forward while operating a large ray gun mounted on a tripod, with his hands gripping the handles and his body resting against the tripod. To the right, an explosion of light and debris erupts near a metallic, riveted hull that features several circular portholes and is illuminated by an orange glow. The scene contains colors of orange, yellow, dark blue, brown, and black.

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

        Please BOOST!
        SPECIAL COLLECTORS EDITION of Grey Lensman by Edward E. Smith, Ph.D.

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        or see the full collection here:

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        @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

        The cover of Grey Lensman by Edward E. Smith, Ph.D., reproduced here as a facsimile first edition by The First Edition Library, is a precise recreation of the 1951 Fantasy Press original. This copy, from a single-owner private collection, is unread, stored in dust-free bookcases in a dry climate, and preserved in pristine condition. It includes the original-style dust jacket, a matching cloth slipcase, and a publisher's bookmark with bibliographic details and historical context, making it both a collector's item and a reference edition - The artwork features the titular Grey Lensman standing confidently on a spacecraft deck. He wears a metallic-gray uniform and black boots. His right wrist displays the Lens—a glowing circular device emitting energy waves, identifying him as a member of the Galactic Patrol. In his left hand, he holds a red lined black helmet. His posture is assertive, facing forward with feet planted wide. Behind him is a large circular doorway flanked by two control consoles in green and yellow, filled with gauges and switches, suggesting a command station - The title GREY LENSMAN appears in large, red, block letters across the top. The author's name, Edward E. Smith, Ph.D., is printed at the bottom in white. This facsimile, part of a series of over 100 flawless reproductions issued by the First Edition Library in the 1980s-1990s, maintains the original typography, layout, and even typesetting quirks, making it both a collectible and scholarly reference

        Alt...The cover of Grey Lensman by Edward E. Smith, Ph.D., reproduced here as a facsimile first edition by The First Edition Library, is a precise recreation of the 1951 Fantasy Press original. This copy, from a single-owner private collection, is unread, stored in dust-free bookcases in a dry climate, and preserved in pristine condition. It includes the original-style dust jacket, a matching cloth slipcase, and a publisher's bookmark with bibliographic details and historical context, making it both a collector's item and a reference edition - The artwork features the titular Grey Lensman standing confidently on a spacecraft deck. He wears a metallic-gray uniform and black boots. His right wrist displays the Lens—a glowing circular device emitting energy waves, identifying him as a member of the Galactic Patrol. In his left hand, he holds a red lined black helmet. His posture is assertive, facing forward with feet planted wide. Behind him is a large circular doorway flanked by two control consoles in green and yellow, filled with gauges and switches, suggesting a command station - The title GREY LENSMAN appears in large, red, block letters across the top. The author's name, Edward E. Smith, Ph.D., is printed at the bottom in white. This facsimile, part of a series of over 100 flawless reproductions issued by the First Edition Library in the 1980s-1990s, maintains the original typography, layout, and even typesetting quirks, making it both a collectible and scholarly reference

          [?]Midnight Ghost » 🌐
          @MidnightGeist@mastodon.social

          Theosophy’s literary influence in the early half of the 20th century isn’t really talked about. I mean you had generals like Patton writing poems using Theosophic ideas. H.P Lovecraft, Jack London, William Hope Hodgeson, and J.D Salinger all wrote stories using these ideas. So what happened anyway? Why’d the ideas fizzle out?
          I think the New Age Movement is to blame. It democratized and thereby vulgarized these ideas which then became the dominant strain.

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

            "The purpose of aphorisms is to keep fools who have memorised them from having nothing to say."

              [?]Dani Iduna 🖌️🫟🧶🪄🍄🪾 » 🌐
              @DaniIduna@troet.cafe

              "In diesem Moment verstand Takumi, dass seine Suche kein Ziel hatte, sondern eine Reise war - eine Reise durch das Echo der Stille, das alle Zeiten und Orte verband."

              Aus 'Sapporo - Der Mann im Schnee'

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

                Plastic Fasting on the Sound of Your Borrowed Engine Chorus
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                From El Salvador to parlay French lyricists
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                  [?]Diary of a Wanderer » 🌐
                  @greatbenji.business.blog@greatbenji.business.blog

                  The road to Damascus -page 16

                  I take my diary today, staring at blank pages which stare back at me. I know not what to write. Been a mixture of emotions of late. Sad one moment, lonely the next…feeling a bit lucky, not knowing for what …then feeling guilty, regrets and sorrow….and now lack of appetite for even food that I love so much. It all blends into a feeling of sickness, with symptoms that resembles no illness in particular. Sometimes the appetite to engage in any activity isn't there. Daily routines feels […] [SENSITIVE CONTENT]

                  I take my diary today, staring at blank pages which stare back at me. I know not what to write.

                  Been a mixture of emotions of late. Sad one moment, lonely the next…feeling a bit lucky, not knowing for what …then feeling guilty, regrets and sorrow….and now lack of appetite for even food that I love so much.

                  It all blends into a feeling of sickness, with symptoms that resembles no illness in particular.

                  Sometimes the appetite to engage in any activity isn’t there. Daily routines feels like running in sickening motions that I’m dying to stop.

                  When I hear people going somewhere, I feel like following them, though I know not for what tangible purpose I should embark on a journey …yet when I stay back, I feel left behind, like staying at the back of a stage, blind to every action taking place on stage though I hear the noise and giggles, I have no idea what sense to make of the noise, and the reactions.

                  Perhaps, I mustn’t think so much about the past, and whatever lessons they hold…there seems to be no end to the lessons of life. Perhaps the key is to just live whatever seems right in the moment and leave lessons and consequences to time to contemplate.

                  I know not if this my feeling of being lost, feeling uncertain of where my life is headed, is part of the process of becoming an adult.

                  I remember my haste when I was young, to be an adult one day, and live as I please. Here I am, not sure if I’m living, let alone as I please.

                  Now I stare down, at the miserable kids, eager to throw away innocence, eager to grow up, and outgrow the beauty of their foolish ways.

                  I long for that stage, where I find the balance to live as a child, with the wisdom of an adult as boundaries.

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

                  You Can't Please All: Memoirs 1980-2024 by Tariq Ali

                  For Susan Watkins Our life together is also the time span of this book

                  Alt...For Susan Watkins Our life together is also the time span of this book

                    [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                    @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                    DURING all the long night Dick sat by David's bedside. Earlier in the evening there had been a consultation; David had suffered a light stroke, but there was no paralysis, and the prognosis was good. For this time, at least, David had escaped, but there must be no other time. He was to be kept quiet and free from worry, his diet was to be carefully regulated,…

                    — Mary Roberts Rinehart
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                      [?]Angela » 🌐
                      @alekairos@mastodon.social

                      E à sensação de que tudo é sonho,
                      como coisa real por dentro.

                      Álvaro de Campos, Tabacaria
                      (Pessoa)

                      .
                      Astor Piazzolla, Milonga
                      youtu.be/kr7jB0oRoxs?si=q91SpJ

                      .
                      Foto Juan Brufal


                      Traduci

                      As cores predominantes são tons de verde e amarelo. Uma estação antiga e vazia ao amanhecer: um trem que se aproxima é visível à esquerda, enquanto trilhos vazios estendem-se à direita. A luz do sol reflete-se na plataforma em manchas amarelas. Foto de Juan Brufal.

                      Alt...As cores predominantes são tons de verde e amarelo. Uma estação antiga e vazia ao amanhecer: um trem que se aproxima é visível à esquerda, enquanto trilhos vazios estendem-se à direita. A luz do sol reflete-se na plataforma em manchas amarelas. Foto de Juan Brufal.

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

                        40 Years On: Aberdeen, Enlightenment, & Global Legacies
                        15 Oct, in-person & online – free

                        A landmark 1986 gathering placed Aberdeen at the centre of Scottish Enlightenment studies. This event revisits that scholarship & explores new perspectives on Aberdeen’s intellectual, cultural, & global impact

                        eventbrite.co.uk/e/40-years-on

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

                          "I wouldn't give an astrologer the time of day."

                            [?]Michael Martinez » 🌐
                            @michael@middle-earth.xenite.org

                            Why Didn’t Sauron Create An Army Of Morgûl-Blade Slaves?

                            ANSWER: I have been asked about this a few times over the years, although not very often. It’s one of those questions that kind of pops into your mind when you’re reading the story for the nth time. Or maybe you’re reading a blog like this one and someone mentions an item or something and suddenly your mind starts wandering.

                            I received […]

                            https://middle-earth.xenite.org/why-didnt-sauron-create-an-army-of-morgul-blade-slaves/

                            An artistic illustration of Sauronic wraiths in a deep cavern. In the foreground lies a small group of enchanted Morgul-knives beisde the words 'Why Didn't Sauron Create An Army Of Morgûl-Blade Slaves?'

                            Alt...An artistic illustration of Sauronic wraiths in a deep cavern. In the foreground lies a small group of enchanted Morgul-knives beisde the words 'Why Didn't Sauron Create An Army Of Morgûl-Blade Slaves?'

                            [?]Luka Peters » 🌐
                            @literaturundtechnologie@literatur.social

                            My recent review of Ocean Vuongs wonderful novel "The Emperor of Gladness" is featured in Tint's Spotlight today.

                            Here's the link to the review: tintjournal.com/review/survivi

                            @tintjournal.bsky.social

                            A screenshot showing the text: TINT IN CONVERSATION In *The Emperor of Gladness* (Penguin Press, 2025), **Ocean Vuong** returns to Connecticut's working class and immigrant community. He invites us to witness the hard life of a group of people who search and fight for dignity and self-determination. They navigate the margins of society with compassion, boldness, and tenderness, searching for their share of the American dream. Read the full review here. Contributor: Luka Peters

                            Alt...A screenshot showing the text: TINT IN CONVERSATION In *The Emperor of Gladness* (Penguin Press, 2025), **Ocean Vuong** returns to Connecticut's working class and immigrant community. He invites us to witness the hard life of a group of people who search and fight for dignity and self-determination. They navigate the margins of society with compassion, boldness, and tenderness, searching for their share of the American dream. Read the full review here. Contributor: Luka Peters

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

                                Uncles in Texas singing babies to sleep with “The Freed Pig”
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                                ophthalmia hearts that do not see conjecture (always tempting fate)
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                                  [?]RJT » 🌐
                                  @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                                  Yesterday’s Obstructed Cloud
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                                  Authority of the few obfuscates the sitting wealth of the many
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                                    [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                    To be had of D. Macarter & Co. the Religious Rep(illegible text)ry, publishing in Numbers, 1d each, containing th(illegible text)ture and advantages of Sincerity, Humility, Fer(illegible text) and Faith; of Integrity, Fidelity, Sobriety, and Temperance; of Modesty, Chastity, Diligence (illegible text) good order.

                                    — Saturday night (1817)
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                                      [?]Angela » 🌐
                                      @alekairos@mastodon.social

                                      Le plus sceptique de tous.

                                      Est le temps, qui fait du Oui avec du Non,
                                      de l'amour avec de la haine, et le contraire.

                                      Paul Valéry, Psaume T

                                      .
                                      Paolo Conte, Parigi
                                      youtu.be/4eqjESxHOS4?si=DhUiVa

                                      .
                                      Foto Andrej Stepanov

                                      En noir et blanc. Les tons sombres dominent : un ciel nuageux et de nombreuses branches nues. Un petit oiseau posé sur une branche regarde vers la droite. Photo d'Andrej Stepanov.

                                      Alt...En noir et blanc. Les tons sombres dominent : un ciel nuageux et de nombreuses branches nues. Un petit oiseau posé sur une branche regarde vers la droite. Photo d'Andrej Stepanov.

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

                                        KENT-STREET EJECTMENT. To take away the street door: a method practised by the landlords in Kent-street, Southwark, when their tenants are above a fortnight's rent in arrear.

                                        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): KENT-STREET EJECTMENT. To take away the street door: a method practised by the landlords in Kent-street, Southwark, when their tenants are above a fortnight's rent in arrear. 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): KENT-STREET EJECTMENT. To take away the street door: a method practised by the landlords in Kent-street, Southwark, when their tenants are above a fortnight's rent in arrear. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

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

                                          buying sandals
                                          subspacewagon.systems/buying-s

                                          Untitled (as so named by God)
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                                            [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                            @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                            Bookings are officially open for Rutherglen’s first-ever Book Festival. Taking place from 29 October to 21 November – with a special additional event on 7 December – the festival brings together author talks, readings, conversations, storytelling & creative workshops.

                                            All events are FREE, but places are limited – explore the programme and book your favourites now!

                                            rutherglen900.com/event/ruther

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

                                              Everything Sad Is Untrue: (A True Story) by Daniel Nayeri

                                              When I was a kid in Isfahan, I would tell my mother that someday, I would build her a castle at the top of Mount Sofeh. I could see it from my window. A castle in the sky. I didn't know that life would make a liar out of me. I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't forget. I just never managed it. I wrote you a book instead. I know it isn't even close.

                                              Alt...When I was a kid in Isfahan, I would tell my mother that someday, I would build her a castle at the top of Mount Sofeh. I could see it from my window. A castle in the sky. I didn't know that life would make a liar out of me. I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't forget. I just never managed it. I wrote you a book instead. I know it isn't even close.

                                                [?]EveryLibrary » 🌐
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                                                  [?]Project Gutenberg » 🌐
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                                                  On the Fact and Fiction of Kurt Vonnegut’s Dresden

                                                  “Terror wasn’t the only weapon the Nazis used against the American prisoners. Sometimes, they used propagandistic persuasion as well.”

                                                  Susan Farrell Considers a Source of Inspiration for Slaughterhouse-Five

                                                  lithub.com/on-the-fact-and-fic

                                                  Books about Dresden at PG:
                                                  gutenberg.org/ebooks/subject/3

                                                  Fig. 30. Red steps in Meissen. Based on a photograph by Römmler & Jonas in Dresden. Title: Dresden und die Sächsische Schweiz Author: Sophus Ruge A black-and-white photograph of Dresden, showing a 'townscape of old half-timbered and stone buildings with steep tiled roofs, narrow winding streets, and a church spire visible in the background. A stone retaining wall runs along the lower left.

                                                  Alt...Fig. 30. Red steps in Meissen. Based on a photograph by Römmler & Jonas in Dresden. Title: Dresden und die Sächsische Schweiz Author: Sophus Ruge A black-and-white photograph of Dresden, showing a 'townscape of old half-timbered and stone buildings with steep tiled roofs, narrow winding streets, and a church spire visible in the background. A stone retaining wall runs along the lower left.

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

                                                    ophthalmia hearts that do not see conjecture (always tempting fate)

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                                                      [?]Dead Poets Daily » 🌐
                                                      @deadpoetsdaily@mastodon.social

                                                      ‘Invitation to Love’ by Paul Laurence Dunbar

                                                      deadpoetsdaily.com/p/paul-laur

                                                        [?]Hacker News » 🤖 🌐
                                                        @h4ckernews@mastodon.social

                                                        The ISBN was invented in 1970. Your books don't care

                                                        shelvd.org/blog/isbn-invented-

                                                        Comments: news.ycombinator.com/item?id=4

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

                                                          Constructs of southern coats of arms on the diamond-ash rain-stations
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                                                          Surfacing Elephant
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                                                            [?]Vaso Papa » 🌐
                                                            @vasopapa@mastodon.social

                                                            Truth

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

                                                              There is no codeography among strangers

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                                                                [?]Lo Congrès » 🌐
                                                                @locongres@mastodon.social

                                                                📚 Poesia, recuelhs cantats entaus mainatges e adultes, bèstias miticas… Las sortidas literàrias deu mes de julhet de 2026. 👉 locongres.org/actualitats/rece
                                                                ---
                                                                [FR] 📚 Poésie, recueils chantés pour enfants et adultes, bêtes mythiques… Les sorties littéraires du mois de juillet 2026. 👉 locongres.org/fr/actualites/re

                                                                Cobèrtas de las publicacions literàrias de julhet de 2026

                                                                Alt...Cobèrtas de las publicacions literàrias de julhet de 2026

                                                                  [?]Solar Phasing » 🌐
                                                                  @solarphasing@mastodon.social

                                                                  illustration by Camille Renard From Aventures d'un Grillon (Adventures of a Cricket, 1876) by Ernest Candèze.

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                                                                  illustration by Camille Renard From Aventures d'un Grillon (Adventures of a Cricket, 1876) by Ernest Candèze.

                                                                  Alt...illustration by Camille Renard From Aventures d'un Grillon (Adventures of a Cricket, 1876) by Ernest Candèze.

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

                                                                    [To Sheila Lanyon, on the Flyleaf of a Book]
                                                                    W. S. Graham

                                                                    Inscribed by W. S. Graham on the flyleaf of a copy of THE WHITE THRESHOLD belonging to Sheila Lanyon, widow of the painter Peter Lanyon. The poem is dated June 18, 1966 & the “second summer” referred to is the second since her husband’s death, after a gliding accident, on August 31, 1964.

                                                                    Published in POETRY, January 2018

                                                                    poetryfoundation.org/poetrymag

                                                                    [To Sheila Lanyon, on the Flyleaf of a Book] BY W. S. Graham Sheila, we speak here on the fly Leaf of a book which was myself A good few graves ago. Now I am maintained by other Words for better or for worse To whisper my hello. The seasons turn. Threshold on thresh Hold forms continually and falls Under grief’s lonely hammer. What did you say? I thought between These fly leaf words I heard you speak Out of your Second Summer. The summer chimes and turns its blue Dragon-flying eyes to see We two are not afraid. Hello, Sheila, I can hear Your breath on the other side of the word And see you turn your head.

                                                                    Alt...[To Sheila Lanyon, on the Flyleaf of a Book] BY W. S. Graham Sheila, we speak here on the fly Leaf of a book which was myself A good few graves ago. Now I am maintained by other Words for better or for worse To whisper my hello. The seasons turn. Threshold on thresh Hold forms continually and falls Under grief’s lonely hammer. What did you say? I thought between These fly leaf words I heard you speak Out of your Second Summer. The summer chimes and turns its blue Dragon-flying eyes to see We two are not afraid. Hello, Sheila, I can hear Your breath on the other side of the word And see you turn your head.

                                                                      [?]Rick Bauer » 🌐
                                                                      @Firebird7479@mastodon.social

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

                                                                        The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot

                                                                        For my family: My parents, Betsy and Floyd, their spouses, Terry and Beverly; my brother and sister-in-law, Matt and Renee; and my wonderful nephews, Nick and Justin. They all did without me for far too long because of this book, but never stopped believing in it, or me. And in loving memory of my grandfather, James Robert Lee (1912-2003), who treasured books more than anyone I've known.

                                                                        Alt...For my family: My parents, Betsy and Floyd, their spouses, Terry and Beverly; my brother and sister-in-law, Matt and Renee; and my wonderful nephews, Nick and Justin. They all did without me for far too long because of this book, but never stopped believing in it, or me. And in loving memory of my grandfather, James Robert Lee (1912-2003), who treasured books more than anyone I've known.

                                                                          [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                                          @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                                          ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED--

                                                                          'Here lieth One whose name was writ on water.
                                                                          But, ere the breath that could erase it blew,
                                                                          Death, in remorse for that fell slaughter,
                                                                          Death, the immortalizing winter, flew
                                                                          Athwart the stream,--and time's printless torrent grew
                                                                          A scroll of crystal, blazoning the name
                                                                          Of Adonais!

                                                                          — Percy Bysshe Shelley
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                                                                            Nothing can be more characteristic than the turbulent pretensions to meekness and simplicity in this address. Again, the versatility and adroitness of Richard is admirably described in the following ironical conversation with Brakenbury:—

                                                                            — William Hazlitt (1778-1830)
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                                                                              names, administrations, and measurements
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                                                                              Docent Finches in Appalachia Drinking Berries
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                                                                                Post1
                                                                                The hypocritical ascetics will pass away from the womb of this existence, though the source itself may have been muddy.

                                                                                But when your beloved comes to your side, do not be ashamed of what lives within you. Speak with heart and soul.

                                                                                This desire is no stranger to you; it is your breath, your very life. Until I may drink you, this body remains a cage.

                                                                                I tell reason: the hour of desire came, and passed.

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                                                                                  Post2
                                                                                  The hypocritical ascetics will pass away from the womb of this existence, though the source itself may have been muddy.

                                                                                  But when your beloved comes to your side, do not be ashamed of what lives within you. Speak with heart and soul.

                                                                                  This desire is no stranger to you; it is your breath, your very life. Until I may drink you, this body remains a cage.

                                                                                  I tell reason: the hour of desire came, and passed.

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                                                                                    Trains Different from Digestive Tracts

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                                                                                      But desire answers:

                                                                                      Remember the one whose truth raised the gallows high—whose crime was to make the hidden visible.

                                                                                      Today, he has been acquitted.

                                                                                      — Reza


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                                                                                        Uncles in Texas singing babies to sleep with “The Freed Pig”

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                                                                                          "In memory yet green, in joy still felt, The scenes of life rise sharply into view. We triumph; Life’s disasters are undealt, And while all else is old, the world is new."

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                                                                                            In the dust where Abraham lives
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                                                                                            28 years
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                                                                                              The Ancients by John Larison

                                                                                              For the matrilineal ancestors of Evelyn Aretsinger and Ruth Diamond, and for all those who will come after

                                                                                              Alt...For the matrilineal ancestors of Evelyn Aretsinger and Ruth Diamond, and for all those who will come after

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                                                                                                How Dante & the Tuscan Vernacular Gave Birth to the Italian Language

                                                                                                Dante’s decision to write his 14th-century "The Divine Comedy" in Florentine vernacular, not in Latin, shaped the Italian language spoken by 60 million people today.

                                                                                                by Maria-Anita Ronchini

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                                                                                                Books by Dante Alighieri at PG:
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                                                                                                Front page first edition Vocabolario della Crusca, Crusca's dictionary 1612. This is a view of the title page — the "Vocabolario degli Accademici della Crusca", published "In Venezia MDCXII" (Venice, 1612) by Giovanni Alberti ("Appresso Giouanni Alberti"). The Accademia della Crusca's emblem shows a flour sifter/mill with a goat's head below and the motto banner reading "Il più bel fior ne coglie" ("it gathers the most beautiful flower"), a phrase drawn from Petrarch.

                                                                                                Alt...Front page first edition Vocabolario della Crusca, Crusca's dictionary 1612. This is a view of the title page — the "Vocabolario degli Accademici della Crusca", published "In Venezia MDCXII" (Venice, 1612) by Giovanni Alberti ("Appresso Giouanni Alberti"). The Accademia della Crusca's emblem shows a flour sifter/mill with a goat's head below and the motto banner reading "Il più bel fior ne coglie" ("it gathers the most beautiful flower"), a phrase drawn from Petrarch.

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