Made around the year 1000, most likely during the reign of King Æthelred the Unready (978-1016), this manuscript committed to parchment a tale that (in some modern scholars’ opinions) had been passed down for centuries, between generations of storytellers.
In its present state, the poem,…
Lord of the Flies (1954). William Golding (1911-1999). London: Faber and Faber. Octavo. Original red cloth, titles to spine in white. First edition.
Novel by Nobel Prize-winning author Golding about a group of British boys stuck on a deserted island who try to govern themselves, with disastrous results. Subjects of human nature and individual welfare versus the common good
“Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.” ― William Golding, Lord of the Flies
William Deresiewicz writes up a nice encomium on the novel for The New Yorker’s Page-Turner blog:
Austen is inscrutable. As with Shakespeare, the magnitude of the achievement is incommensurate with the life that produced it. But in Shakespeare’s case, there is a lot we do not know. In…
When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.