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“Mundane education is regrettably prosaic," - Jace Lightwood-Herondale”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“25. Flowering trees
The blossom of the pear tree is the most prosaic, vulgar thing in the world. The less one sees this particular blossom the better...”
― Sei Sh艒nagon, The Pillow Book

“..from timid touching of gloved fingers
to frantic laceration of naked breasts”
― Robert Graves, Collected Poems

“It is easy for an academic to claim at a round table that we live in a post-ideological universe - the moment he visits the restroom after the heated discussion, he is again deep-knee in ideology.”
― Slavoj 沤i啪ek, How to Read Lacan

“L'acier, l'airain plus fortement s'allume
que les roseaux qu'un feu l茅ger consume.”
― Voltaire, La Pucelle; Or, the Maid of Orl茅ans: A Poem, in XXI Cantos. Volume 1 of 2.

“Un beau carr茅 de gruy猫re, apport茅 dans un journal, gardait imprim茅: 'faits divers' sur sa p芒te onctueuse”
― Guy de Maupassant, Boule de Suif

“小褉械写懈 褉褍褋褋泻懈褏 懈薪褌械谢谢懈谐械薪褌芯胁, 泻邪泻 褍卸械 屑薪芯谐懈屑懈 蟹邪屑械褔械薪, 械褋褌褜 锌芯褉褟写芯褔薪芯械 泻芯谢懈褔械褋褌胁芯 写懈泻芯胁懈薪薪褘褏 谢褞写械泄,..泻芯褌芯褉褘械 褋褍屑械褞褌 谐械褉芯懈褔械褋泻懈, 薪械 写褉芯谐薪褍胁 薪懈 芯写薪懈屑 屑褍褋泻褍谢芯屑, 谐谢褟写械褌褜 锌褉褟屑芯 胁 谢懈褑芯 褋屑械褉褌懈, 泻芯褌芯褉褘械 褋锌芯褋芯斜薪褘 褉邪写懈 懈写械懈 褌械褉锌械谢懈胁芯 锌械褉械薪芯褋懈褌褜 薪械胁芯芯斜褉邪蟹懈屑褘械 谢懈褕械薪懈褟 懈 褋褌褉邪写邪薪懈褟, 褉邪胁薪褘械 锌褘褌泻械, 薪芯 蟹邪褌芯 褝褌懈 谢褞写懈 褌械褉褟褞褌褋褟 芯褌 胁褘褋芯泻芯屑械褉薪芯褋褌懈 褕胁械泄褑邪褉邪, 褋褗褢卸懈胁邪褞褌褋褟 芯褌 芯泻褉懈泻邪 锌褉邪褔泻懈, 邪 胁 锌芯谢懈褑械泄褋泻懈泄 褍褔邪褋褌芯泻 胁褏芯写褟褌 褋 褌芯屑懈褌械谢褜薪芯泄 懈 褉芯斜泻芯泄 褌芯褋泻芯泄”
― Aleksandr Kuprin, Yama: The Pit

“And after the second year was over, the Soul said to the young Fisherman at night-time, and as he sat in the wattled house alone, "Lo! now I have tempted thee with evil, and I have tempted thee with good, and thy love is stronger than I am. Wherefore will I tempt thee no longer, but I pray thee to suffer me to enter thy heart, that I may be with thee even as before."
"Surely thou mayest enter," said the young Fisherman, "for in the days when with no heart thou didst go through the world thou must have suffered."
"Alas!" cried his Soul, "I can find no place of entrance, so compassed about with love is this heart of thine.”
― Oscar Wilde

“The Empress Dowager, the man continued, was much distressed, and had given orders to stop the fighting; the Boxers were fools...
Then the soldier waved a farewell, and retreated cautiously, picking his way back through the ruins and d茅bris. Several times he stopped no raised the head of some dead man that lay there, victim to our rifles, and peered at the face to see if it was recognisable. In five days we have accounted for very many killed and wounded, and numbers still lie in the exposed positions where they fell.
The disappearing figure of that man was the end to the last clue we came across regarding the meaning of this sudden quiet. The shadows gradually lengthened and night suddenly fell, and around us there was nothing but these strangely silent ruins. There was barricade for barricade, loophole for loophole, and sandbag for sandbag. What has been levelled to the ground by fire has been heaped up once more so that the ruins themselves may bring more ruin!
But although we exhausted ourselves with questions, and many of us hoped against hope, the hours sped slowly by and no message came. The Palace, enclosed in its pink walls, had sunk to sleep, or forgotten us - or, perhaps, had even found that there could be no truce. Then midnight came, and as we were preparing, half incredulously, to go to sleep, we truly knew. Crack, crack, went the first shots from some distant barricade, and bang went an answering rifle on our side. Awakened by these echoes, the firing grew naturally and mechanically to the storm of sound we have become so accustomed to, and the short truce was forgotten. It is no use; we must go through to the end.”
― Putnam Weale, B. L. (Bertram Lenox)

“袦邪谢褜褔懈泻 锌芯谢懈胁邪谢 懈蟹 谢械泄泻懈 锌褉芯褏谢邪写薪褍褞 谐谢褍斜懈薪褍 屑邪谐邪蟹懈薪邪 懈 锌械谢 锌械褋薪褞, 泻芯褌芯褉褍褞 锌褉懈谢懈褔薪芯 锌械褌褜 褌芯谢褜泻芯 胁蟹褉芯褋谢褘屑.”
― 袠褋邪邪泻 袘邪斜械谢褜, 袨写械褋褋泻懈械 褉邪褋褋泻邪蟹褘

“袣邪泻 褏懈褉褍褉谐, 褌邪泻 懈 褎芯褌芯谐褉邪褎 褉械卸褍褌 懈 蟹邪锌褍褋泻邪褞褌.”
― Henri Van Lier, Philosophy of Photography

“..et tamen nihil est sciens vel quiescens, nisi actualiter sit sciens vel quiescens.”
― William of Ockham, Philosophical Writings

“袧邪褋懈谢懈械, 褍褔懈薪褟械屑芯械 薪邪写 谢褞写褜屑懈 屑邪褋褋芯胁芯泄 屑褍蟹褘泻芯泄, 锌褉芯写芯谢卸邪械褌 卸懈褌褜 懈 薪邪 写褉褍谐芯屑 褋芯褑懈邪谢褜薪芯屑 锌芯谢褞褋械, 胁 屑褍蟹褘泻械, 懈蟹斜械谐邪褞褖械泄 谢褞写械泄”
― Theodor W. Adorno, Philosophy of New Music

“小械谐芯写薪褟 胁邪屑 锌褉懈写褢褌 胁 谐芯谢芯胁褍 褍谢褘斜薪褍褌褜褋褟 胁 芯斜褖械褋褌胁械薪薪芯屑 屑械褋褌械, 邪 蟹邪胁褌褉邪 胁褘 胁褘泄写械褌械 薪邪 褍谢懈褑褍 谐芯谢褘屑懈!”
― 小懈谐懈蟹屑褍薪写 袣褉卸懈卸邪薪芯胁褋泻懈泄, 袙芯褋锌芯屑懈薪邪薪懈褟 芯 斜褍写褍褖械屑. 袠蟹斜褉邪薪薪芯械 懈蟹 薪械懈蟹写邪薪薪芯谐芯

“小泻芯谢褜泻芯 谐褉懈胁械薪薪懈泻芯胁, 褋褌芯谢褜泻芯 屑懈褉芯褋芯蟹械褉褑邪薪懈泄”
― 小懈谐懈蟹屑褍薪写 袣褉卸懈卸邪薪芯胁褋泻懈泄, 袙芯褋锌芯屑懈薪邪薪懈褟 芯 斜褍写褍褖械屑. 袠蟹斜褉邪薪薪芯械 懈蟹 薪械懈蟹写邪薪薪芯谐芯

“..and there's growing up a scientific church, wherein knowledge, and not humility, labour, and not penance and fasting, are considered essentials”
― Heckethorn Charles William, The Secret Societies of all Ages and Countries; a Comprehensive Account of Upwards of one Hundred An

“Thus a poetical word is a thing conceived in itself and includes all its meanings; a prosaic word is flat and useful and might have been used differently.”
― William Empson, Seven Types of Ambiguity

“From the geyser ventilators
autumn winds are blowing down
on a thousand business women
having baths in Camden Town.

Waste pipes chuckle into runnels,
steam's escaping here and there,
morning trains through Camden cutting
shake the Crescent and the Square.

Early nip of changeful autumn,
dahlias glimpsed through garden doves,
at the back precarious bathrooms
jutting out from upper floors;

and behind their frail partitions
business women lie and soak,
seeing through the draughty skylight
flying clouds and railway smoke.

Rest you there, poor unbeloved ones,
lap your loneliness in heat.
All too soon the tiny breakfast,
trolley-bus and windy street!”
― John Betjeman, Few Late Chrysanthemums

“You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair and no sugar cane for miles, but you can still be working on a plantation..”
― Billie Holiday, Lady Sings the Blues

“And he is an owl
He is an owl, "Man" tattooed in his armpit
Under the broken wing
(Stunned by the wall of glare, he fell here)
Under the broken wing of huge shadow that twitches across the floor.

He is a man in hopeless feathers.”
― Ted Hughes, Wodwo