#bookwormsat — Public Fediverse posts

"To the composition of novels and romances, nothing is necessary but paper, pens and ink, with the manual capacity of using them."

- Henry Fielding, 'Tom Jones'

(Oh, if only it were so!)
#BookWormSat #writing #notwriting

"I was the type who looked at discussions of What Is Truth only with a view toward correcting the manuscript. If you were to quote 'I am that I am,' for example, I thought that the fundamental problem was where to put the comma."
- Umberto Eco, "Foucault's Pendulum"
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‘Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?’
-The Poor Ghost, Christina Rossetti
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Speak! Speak! - John Everett M...

"The western waves of ebbing day
Roll o'er the glen their level way;
Each purple peak, each flinty spire,
Was bathed in floods of living fire."

- From 'The Lady Of the Lake' by Sir Walter Scott
#BookWormSat #poetry

"Like other men who spend their lives in obscure literary research, he had a secret ambition to appear in print which was checked by cold fits of diffidence, fear of criticism and habits of indolence and procrastination."
- Sir Walter Scott, 'The Antiquary'
#BookWormSat #writing

"The cat was on the stairs to-night. I think it sits there always. There is no kitchen cat."

'The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral', M. R. James #BookwormSat #Caturday

🎨 Arend Hendriks - The Trap (c. 1930s)

Queen Anne, Queen Anne, has washed her lace
(She chose a summer day)
And hung it in a grassy place
To whiten, if it may.
...
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, is dead and gone
(She died a summer's day),
But left her lace to whiten on
Each weed-entangled way!

By Mary Leslie Newton #BookwormSat

flowering gorse bush
leaning over
towards the sea
as if its growth
were towards completion
of yellow in blue

Thomas A. Clark (2014)
🎨 Peregrine Mulvogue Feeney (c.1885)
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The most important fantasy literature for me growing up were the Target #DoctorWho novelisations, most written with brio by former script editor Terrance Dicks, the others by the writers of the original teleplays. It was a thrill as each came out: you never knew which story it would be!
#BookWormSat

“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
🎨Gustave Dore
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Flowers in a Landscape, Summer...

In Forrest Reid’s ‘The Garden God’ (1905), a boy’s love for a new friend binds him to ‘the great god Pan himself; the Hamadryads, who inhabit the forest trees; and Oreads, and Naiads, and Hyades – the deities of water-springs, and streams, and showers of summer rain.’ #BookWormSat

🎨 David Teniers

"In this pause, I suddenly saw something very clearly. Whatever it was I wanted from my mother was simply not there to be had. It was not her fault. And it was therefore not my fault that I was unable to elicit it." - Alison Bechdel, "Are You My Mother?" #BookWormSat #PrideMonth

RELIGION: A goodly tree, in which all the foul birds of the air have made their nests. - Ambrose Bierce, 'The Devil's Dicionary' #BookWormSat #AmbroseBierce #satire