Tuesday: The book of fairy Beatrice Phillpotts. A love of vintage
You'll end up thinking, dear readers, I have an endless collection ... No, not at all, we come rather late. And unless something unexpected encounter with the fortune or sudden irresistible heart, my collection just waiting to grow again. (Especially since I'm moving soon, and that I should not satiate my love for books. It's a difficult thing.)
So today we'll dive into this book very retro, or at least makes a little old time. I mean the book of fairy Beatrice Phillpotts. (A name which I find absolutely adorable)
Why old days?
How to see fairies, but old Edmund Dulac illustrations on for whom I have some love since I saw an exhibition on him at the library in Toulouse.
We therefore share the etymology of the word fairy, (Latin fate, destiny) through the plants that were known to enable the vision of the fairies, but also the famous story pictures of fairies (Published in a magazine and commented on by Conan Doyle , please!). There are also passages of Shakespeare (A Summer Night Dream, off course), poems, legends, songs and jingles. A joyful magical melting pot, very pleasant and informative. It's not really encyclopedic, it is more in the anecdotal, but it just makes it very pleasant. Of course, do not expect to see all the magical people mentioned, it is far from exhaustive things, but it is nevertheless a book that I do not regret in my collection.
And as usual, illustrations. (Brian Froud, but this is Dulac, Rackham also, and many others.)
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Image Of Vargina Wide Open
Isabel Wolff and reflections on the chick lit '
I have a period of my life not so far away, read a lot of what is called in some ugly I find the "chick lit". Besides the fact that it is involved in this thing to want to classify all costs in narrow spaces and cramped anything and everything from books to manga through the comics, I find the term pretty ugly.
Because in the chick lit ', there is like any other kind of things to catch and throw. Isabel Wolff for example, has beautiful writing stories with plots generally agreed enough (warning this book is an exception, I would explain later), it nevertheless remains an author not nice enough to follow. His books are often funny, tender, and well put together. Just as I liked Bridget Jones's Diary and The Edge of Reason, there are certain books of "chick lit" that deserve some attention. And I find it unfortunate that Because a label that makes some people think that literature is a condensed snapshot of a heroine from enjoying a cosmopolitan with her girlfriends talking rags, looking for the ideal man / rich / beautiful / smart / who lends his credit card through shopping sprees to pull the arigot ... So yes, there are books like that. (I am not criticizing, I've read) But there are other books with a little more.
And those whom I love and I continue to read. When the story is more detailed, there is a je ne sais quoi that will look beyond the love story, (although I love the story amouuuur) it is a reflection and not a desire to ride the wave of success of such an opus.
short, after this introductory block, here are my views on One love vintage. If
well as usual with Isabel Wolff a heroine who is recovering from a broken heart (rather mysterious at first), it is primarily the story of another love. And not one that included a foppish. No, the love of vintage (like the title if you have any follow-up: p) The heroine, Phoebe, opened a boutique selling vintage, and especially sharing his love towards clothing already "beloved." And when an old lady called to offer him some parts to buy, she does not suspect that this is a friendly match that will happen. The years separating the two beautiful women, they have the same kind of bruising. That Phoebe may be summarized in a hat, not for sale, which sits in his shop. A hat of a designer disappeared. That of Teresa it is concentrated in a blue cloak of a child. A coat that he had made his mother, and a pink collar.
course, to all that is being added to other characters, and a love story, a real, not the person is believed to begin with. There is a nice gallery of secondary characters. And of course ... Dresses and clothing. The cupcakes prom dress in bright colors, each of which will find "the chosen one", those who were made to wear them. The stories of women and girls who come to admire, buy, or give up dresses, for better return.
This is where the novel is charming, he recalls that behind some clothes, there is a story. At a time, these clothes were not ready to throw it today. So as we dream before a wedding dress that belonged to a grandmother, I dreamed reading this book.
I have a period of my life not so far away, read a lot of what is called in some ugly I find the "chick lit". Besides the fact that it is involved in this thing to want to classify all costs in narrow spaces and cramped anything and everything from books to manga through the comics, I find the term pretty ugly.
Because in the chick lit ', there is like any other kind of things to catch and throw. Isabel Wolff for example, has beautiful writing stories with plots generally agreed enough (warning this book is an exception, I would explain later), it nevertheless remains an author not nice enough to follow. His books are often funny, tender, and well put together. Just as I liked Bridget Jones's Diary and The Edge of Reason, there are certain books of "chick lit" that deserve some attention. And I find it unfortunate that Because a label that makes some people think that literature is a condensed snapshot of a heroine from enjoying a cosmopolitan with her girlfriends talking rags, looking for the ideal man / rich / beautiful / smart / who lends his credit card through shopping sprees to pull the arigot ... So yes, there are books like that. (I am not criticizing, I've read) But there are other books with a little more.
And those whom I love and I continue to read. When the story is more detailed, there is a je ne sais quoi that will look beyond the love story, (although I love the story amouuuur) it is a reflection and not a desire to ride the wave of success of such an opus.
short, after this introductory block, here are my views on One love vintage. If
well as usual with Isabel Wolff a heroine who is recovering from a broken heart (rather mysterious at first), it is primarily the story of another love. And not one that included a foppish. No, the love of vintage (like the title if you have any follow-up: p) The heroine, Phoebe, opened a boutique selling vintage, and especially sharing his love towards clothing already "beloved." And when an old lady called to offer him some parts to buy, she does not suspect that this is a friendly match that will happen. The years separating the two beautiful women, they have the same kind of bruising. That Phoebe may be summarized in a hat, not for sale, which sits in his shop. A hat of a designer disappeared. That of Teresa it is concentrated in a blue cloak of a child. A coat that he had made his mother, and a pink collar.
course, to all that is being added to other characters, and a love story, a real, not the person is believed to begin with. There is a nice gallery of secondary characters. And of course ... Dresses and clothing. The cupcakes prom dress in bright colors, each of which will find "the chosen one", those who were made to wear them. The stories of women and girls who come to admire, buy, or give up dresses, for better return.
This is where the novel is charming, he recalls that behind some clothes, there is a story. At a time, these clothes were not ready to throw it today. So as we dream before a wedding dress that belonged to a grandmother, I dreamed reading this book.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Frito Lay, Muncho Chips
And a challenge! The collection
Well I am weak ... Very low. While surfing I
discovered the very nice challenge Sabbio which consists of reading books out during our year of birth.
And when I saw the books released in 1986 , I thought, ok, I wilt! So one more challenge. This will be my third in progress ...
And if the challenge interests you, click the image!
So to recap I still think reading: In praise of
southpaw Jean Paul Dubois. The city
prodigies of Eduardo Mendoza. The scent of
Suskind (I've already read, but there is still some time, and I reread it with adult eyes)
The three Rimbaud Dominique Noguez
It will not bad!
Well I am weak ... Very low. While surfing I
discovered the very nice challenge Sabbio which consists of reading books out during our year of birth.
And when I saw the books released in 1986 , I thought, ok, I wilt! So one more challenge. This will be my third in progress ...
And if the challenge interests you, click the image!
So to recap I still think reading: In praise of
southpaw Jean Paul Dubois. The city
prodigies of Eduardo Mendoza. The scent of
Suskind (I've already read, but there is still some time, and I reread it with adult eyes)
The three Rimbaud Dominique Noguez
It will not bad!
Monday, February 21, 2011
A 2.0kg Block Is Launched Up A Ramp
Tuesday: Musings of Sandra Gestin fairies.
One of the last works he left for me to introduce you.
Another lovely book from the sketchbook and poetic illustrated on paper in shades of parchment, Text passes on the tale of awakening to the sound of shadows, or the moon child, or acts of light, shadow word.
The pencil stroke Sandrine Gestin is unique and recognizable, and these characters are always very graceful and ethereal Elven, often served with soft colors.
is still a very sweet book, which opens a little chance, for a brief moment of reverie.
There is a second volume I think, that I did not. (Not yet at least!)
One of the last works he left for me to introduce you.
Another lovely book from the sketchbook and poetic illustrated on paper in shades of parchment, Text passes on the tale of awakening to the sound of shadows, or the moon child, or acts of light, shadow word.
The pencil stroke Sandrine Gestin is unique and recognizable, and these characters are always very graceful and ethereal Elven, often served with soft colors.
is still a very sweet book, which opens a little chance, for a brief moment of reverie.
There is a second volume I think, that I did not. (Not yet at least!)
Friday, February 18, 2011
Pokemon Soul Silver Antifreeze Patch
Writing or the life of Jorge Semprun. New
I have long delayed the time to read this book, which attracted and repelled me at once. The period of the Second World War has the same effect on me. I think it is necessary to remember, not the easy way out of oblivion, but it is so terrible that the man may be capable of anything, it freezes me.
But finally I surrendered and I do not regret it.
autobiographical narrative, disjointed and chaotic, mixing several phases of the life of the author's writing or life is a book that sounds like a cry.
How to survive the unthinkable? How to fight when we feel profoundly alive for a moment, before the pitying glances of men came to deliver you. How to revive when we lived a sort mortal experience? How to write on this? How not to sink?
We feel deeply the author lost, torn between the desire to forget, and one witness. Not knowing how to put words, while there is even his real reason to be on a story.
So we have this story. You move from anecdotes about the last days of life in camp Buchenwald, the pre-war stories, when the author was a student in Philosophy, then after the war, the headlong rush, and most importantly, This takes an immense place in the life of Jorge Semprun, literature. The evocation of Goethe, when he went to Weimar (where Goethe lived) with Lieutenant Rosenfeld, German naturalized American, who fought against his own people and against the Nazis, quotations from the poem, or when poetry is a cry of pain, and the emergence of writers that marked Semprun.
According to all that a wounded, fragile but alive. In the end, even if it shows something of his life at Buchenwald, one feels the specter of suffering throughout the book. Although he rarely mentions only the dead, even if only smoking chimneys reminiscent of the extermination with the absence of birds, this testimony is poignant. It is a story true. Literature, too, because one feels that the author writing exudes from every pore of his skin. But a critical story.
In any case, it will highlight for me.
I have long delayed the time to read this book, which attracted and repelled me at once. The period of the Second World War has the same effect on me. I think it is necessary to remember, not the easy way out of oblivion, but it is so terrible that the man may be capable of anything, it freezes me.
But finally I surrendered and I do not regret it.
autobiographical narrative, disjointed and chaotic, mixing several phases of the life of the author's writing or life is a book that sounds like a cry.
How to survive the unthinkable? How to fight when we feel profoundly alive for a moment, before the pitying glances of men came to deliver you. How to revive when we lived a sort mortal experience? How to write on this? How not to sink?
We feel deeply the author lost, torn between the desire to forget, and one witness. Not knowing how to put words, while there is even his real reason to be on a story.
So we have this story. You move from anecdotes about the last days of life in camp Buchenwald, the pre-war stories, when the author was a student in Philosophy, then after the war, the headlong rush, and most importantly, This takes an immense place in the life of Jorge Semprun, literature. The evocation of Goethe, when he went to Weimar (where Goethe lived) with Lieutenant Rosenfeld, German naturalized American, who fought against his own people and against the Nazis, quotations from the poem, or when poetry is a cry of pain, and the emergence of writers that marked Semprun.
According to all that a wounded, fragile but alive. In the end, even if it shows something of his life at Buchenwald, one feels the specter of suffering throughout the book. Although he rarely mentions only the dead, even if only smoking chimneys reminiscent of the extermination with the absence of birds, this testimony is poignant. It is a story true. Literature, too, because one feels that the author writing exudes from every pore of his skin. But a critical story.
In any case, it will highlight for me.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Cellular Respiration Pinball
challenge and key quotes. The collection
Irregular launched this very nice challenge, and suddenly I take this already to tell you to register, because it is very well thought out, more than c ' is rather easy to get started, and that love, it's worth a challenge right?
And suddenly, talking about love, and I'm in a good mood, I love you my favorite quotes:)
"Love, is half believe "Victor Hugo.
" Love is a unique opportunity to mature, taking shape, to become itself a world for the love of the beloved. It is a high requirement, boundless ambition, that makes him who loves a politician required by this broad. "Rilke.
Love like vertigo, as a sacrifice, and as the last word of all.
Love is a unique opportunity to mature, taking shape, become itself a world for the love of the beloved. It is a high requirement, boundless ambition, that makes him who loves a politician required by this broad. Love is a unique opportunity to mature, taking shape, to become itself a world for the sake of being loved. It is a high requirement, boundless ambition, that makes him who loves a politician required by this broad.
Irregular launched this very nice challenge, and suddenly I take this already to tell you to register, because it is very well thought out, more than c ' is rather easy to get started, and that love, it's worth a challenge right?
And suddenly, talking about love, and I'm in a good mood, I love you my favorite quotes:)
"Love, is half believe "Victor Hugo.
" Love is a unique opportunity to mature, taking shape, to become itself a world for the love of the beloved. It is a high requirement, boundless ambition, that makes him who loves a politician required by this broad. "Rilke.
" Love like a giddy as a sacrifice, and as the last word of all . Alain Fournier.
"Being in love is to create a religion whose god is fallible. Jorge Louis Borges.
"Being in love is to create a religion whose god is fallible. Jorge Louis Borges.
"Infinitely more than anything" is the name of childish love, her first name, his name secret. "Christian Bobin" "A single woman when she is in love enough to fill heaven and earth. "Christian Bobin
" Love is your last chance. There's really nothing else on earth to keep you there. "Aragon
" Love is being selfish can be together. "Marcel Achard.
" What that love? It is above all not to ask that question. "Louis Gauthier.
" The worst suffering is no longer able to love. "Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
and a last one, Tolstoy, in the mouth Levine, who remains one of my favorite fictional characters: "" Freedom? Why freedom? Happiness for me is to love, poor, to have no more thoughts or desires other than its own, so it is the negation of freedom, and that's happiness "
and a last one, Tolstoy, in the mouth Levine, who remains one of my favorite fictional characters: "" Freedom? Why freedom? Happiness for me is to love, poor, to have no more thoughts or desires other than its own, so it is the negation of freedom, and that's happiness "
Love is a unique opportunity to mature, taking shape, become itself a world for the love of the beloved. It is a high requirement, boundless ambition, that makes him who loves a politician required by this broad. Love is a unique opportunity to mature, taking shape, to become itself a world for the sake of being loved. It is a high requirement, boundless ambition, that makes him who loves a politician required by this broad.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Respiration Rates Of Reptiles Compared To Mammals
Tuesday arcane magical Mathieu Gaborit and Amandine Labarre
Who loves fairies certainly knows what would of view, the pencil of Amandine Labarre, and who loves fantasy, and was interested in a little fantasy French, has heard about Mathieu Gaborit (Chronicles of twilight, Confessions of a Otomat Opium Eater).
And when the two come together it gives a magical story around the secrets of the tarot, where a leprechaun travels the world to save Gaia, and fairies.
This art book is his travelogue.
is a lovely read, gentle, paced by the illustrations Amandine Labarre.
The back cover: "This is my book, my life, my memory and my story, I'll tell it to you the man who sentenced me while I was not even born. My name is Sinan. I'm a leprechaun, a child of Gaia, and I was born in a tree. It was early winter in the mountains pale. The tree that I took birth name Harus, according to the will of my tutors ... "
Gaia, the mother of all natures, is dying. Oniros, winged cats, made it clear to Sinan it is enchanting, elected to save it.
The leprechaun magician traveled the world to save one after the other fairies that feed their magic light of Gaia. "
And some illustrations: An Arcane
And maps
Who loves fairies certainly knows what would of view, the pencil of Amandine Labarre, and who loves fantasy, and was interested in a little fantasy French, has heard about Mathieu Gaborit (Chronicles of twilight, Confessions of a Otomat Opium Eater).
And when the two come together it gives a magical story around the secrets of the tarot, where a leprechaun travels the world to save Gaia, and fairies.
This art book is his travelogue.
is a lovely read, gentle, paced by the illustrations Amandine Labarre.
The back cover: "This is my book, my life, my memory and my story, I'll tell it to you the man who sentenced me while I was not even born. My name is Sinan. I'm a leprechaun, a child of Gaia, and I was born in a tree. It was early winter in the mountains pale. The tree that I took birth name Harus, according to the will of my tutors ... "
Gaia, the mother of all natures, is dying. Oniros, winged cats, made it clear to Sinan it is enchanting, elected to save it.
The leprechaun magician traveled the world to save one after the other fairies that feed their magic light of Gaia. "
And some illustrations: An Arcane
And maps
Friday, February 11, 2011
What Does Ohio Drivers License
Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice by William Shakespeare.
I had not yet had the opportunity to now I look at this classic. But as I entered the challenge Shakespeare, I have more motivation to play the scene of this fabulous author.
History? Action begins in Venice, where Othello has married the beautiful Desdemona, against the advice of the father of it. After this revelation, they leave separately in Cyprus, where Othello is appointed.
A story that seems to start well either? A valiant warrior, who it is "Moorish", found woman smart enough to ignore the racism, (then it seems significant is not it?), And is recognized by his superiors.
but guess what, there is something rotten in the story. Finally, someone. Iago, who took a dislike to the Moor because he has not appointed to a position he felt deserved.
So begins the relentless plied conspiracy woven by Iago. And nobody can stop ...
Again, I stayed glued by the talent of Shakespeare's characterization of characters. Desdemona is angelic and loyal, deeply Othello doubt himself and is a boundless naivety, and Iago, is a Machiavellian uncommon.
We feel from the first lines that the tragedy will occur. Yet I could not help but shudder to expect a different outcome, and pity the victims of Iago. Othello is so human that we might get the impression that he really existed, it has really suffered all the torments of jealousy and betrayal.
I'm thinking that by closing the book that I need the courage to read Shakespeare in the text, in English, to fully appreciate his work. And
excerpts, because it is really worth:
"For do but stand upon the foaming shore, the angry waves seems to pelt the clouds; blade, shaking in the wind high and monstrous mane, seems throw water on the burning bear, And quench the guards of the fixed pole. "
Othello: - "Oh, my bird, if you are rebellious to the falconer, when you would be attached with every fiber of my heart, I will hunt you in a whistling wind and I leave you to find your prey to chance ... Maybe because I'm black and I'm not in the conversation flexible forms of schemers, or because I am inclined towards the vale of years, yes, perhaps, for so little, she is lost! I am outraged! and consolation that I have left is to despise. O curse of marriage, we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I would rather be a toad live and vapors of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love the use of others! Yet that is the scourge of the great, they are less privileged than small ones. This is a destiny inevitable as death: the plague is fated to us horned soon as we take life ... "
- "The sky would have liked to test me by setbacks, he would have rained all sorts of evils and humiliations on my bare head, he would have plunged into poverty to the lips, it would have doomed to captivity me and my hopes supreme; well! I found somewhere in my heart a drop of resignation. But, alas! make me the number fixed as the time of the contempt of the needle means moving slowly! Yet could I bear that too, well, very well! But the place which I had chosen the attic of my heart, and where I must draw life, on pain of losing it! but the fountain from which my source must flow not to dry up! to be discarded, or unable to keep it as a cistern where ugly toads mate and multiply! ... Oh! changes color to this idea, Patience, young cherub with pink lips, and take a look grim as hell! "
I had not yet had the opportunity to now I look at this classic. But as I entered the challenge Shakespeare, I have more motivation to play the scene of this fabulous author.
History? Action begins in Venice, where Othello has married the beautiful Desdemona, against the advice of the father of it. After this revelation, they leave separately in Cyprus, where Othello is appointed.
A story that seems to start well either? A valiant warrior, who it is "Moorish", found woman smart enough to ignore the racism, (then it seems significant is not it?), And is recognized by his superiors.
but guess what, there is something rotten in the story. Finally, someone. Iago, who took a dislike to the Moor because he has not appointed to a position he felt deserved.
So begins the relentless plied conspiracy woven by Iago. And nobody can stop ...
Again, I stayed glued by the talent of Shakespeare's characterization of characters. Desdemona is angelic and loyal, deeply Othello doubt himself and is a boundless naivety, and Iago, is a Machiavellian uncommon.
We feel from the first lines that the tragedy will occur. Yet I could not help but shudder to expect a different outcome, and pity the victims of Iago. Othello is so human that we might get the impression that he really existed, it has really suffered all the torments of jealousy and betrayal.
I'm thinking that by closing the book that I need the courage to read Shakespeare in the text, in English, to fully appreciate his work. And
excerpts, because it is really worth:
"For do but stand upon the foaming shore, the angry waves seems to pelt the clouds; blade, shaking in the wind high and monstrous mane, seems throw water on the burning bear, And quench the guards of the fixed pole. "
Othello: - "Oh, my bird, if you are rebellious to the falconer, when you would be attached with every fiber of my heart, I will hunt you in a whistling wind and I leave you to find your prey to chance ... Maybe because I'm black and I'm not in the conversation flexible forms of schemers, or because I am inclined towards the vale of years, yes, perhaps, for so little, she is lost! I am outraged! and consolation that I have left is to despise. O curse of marriage, we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I would rather be a toad live and vapors of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love the use of others! Yet that is the scourge of the great, they are less privileged than small ones. This is a destiny inevitable as death: the plague is fated to us horned soon as we take life ... "
- "The sky would have liked to test me by setbacks, he would have rained all sorts of evils and humiliations on my bare head, he would have plunged into poverty to the lips, it would have doomed to captivity me and my hopes supreme; well! I found somewhere in my heart a drop of resignation. But, alas! make me the number fixed as the time of the contempt of the needle means moving slowly! Yet could I bear that too, well, very well! But the place which I had chosen the attic of my heart, and where I must draw life, on pain of losing it! but the fountain from which my source must flow not to dry up! to be discarded, or unable to keep it as a cistern where ugly toads mate and multiply! ... Oh! changes color to this idea, Patience, young cherub with pink lips, and take a look grim as hell! "
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Ice Skate Sharpening Machine For Sale
A portrait of Jane Austen by David Cecil. The collection
dint of loving books by the author, we just want to learn more about his life. So, obviously, that of Jane Austen interested. Because it is part of its authors that I never get tired to read, and like the heroine of Lost In Austen (mini series English I advise you), I often at a moment of grief, immersing myself in Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion, and others.
outset, David Cecil announced that knows very little about the life of Jane Austen. Most of his correspondence with Cassandra, her elder sister, was destroyed by the latter, in an effort to protect his sister.
So does one really learns about this writer?
she is a child of the 18th century especially. A daughter of the gentry in the marriage between a man intelligent and cultivated, and daughter a reverend, ancestors a little more aristocratic than her husband. What characterizes the Austen family, according to the author, who paints a portrait to be a little bit too enthusiastic, it's a keen intelligence, a love of wit and a hint of irony, a family united although rooted in its time. After some tests
mini schools where she followed her sister Cassandra, Jane spends the rest of his childhood home. Educational attempts have not seemed to correspond to the two sisters, their parents prefer to keep with them. Thus, they are educated just as they see fit (the author made the connection with the sisters Bennet, but very slightly).
Jane Austen seems to have been an avid reader, (like any good writer?), Both books seriously as works lighter. "But as all avid readers of romance, she also appreciated those she did not need to read it seriously." She seems to have particularly liked Samuel Johnson (which I do not know anything, he seems to be the author of that famous phrase "Hell is paved with good intentions.")
The sisters remain unmarried Austen, one because his boyfriend dies in India (Cassandra), and the other because she will never find her suitors wants to marry her, or she could marry. (It seems likely that she had a heartache or two, and she refuses a marriage proposal, or at least accept it, and will return very quickly on its commitment to end it.)
's death their father, Jane, her mother and sister are reducing their lifestyle, (As Dashwood sisters and their mother in Sense and Sensibility ") and are forced to live a more austere. Jane does not seem to have been too saddened and divides his time mainly between visits to family and removals to other places. One senses in the extracts of letters from Jane to Cassandra, a deep commitment Family in general and it seems to have loved his nephews and nieces.
One of Jane's brothers, Edward, finally installing his mother and sisters, in what will be the final resting place of Jane, Chawton.
Although she has always written, Jane seems to have taken the time to write seriously until about 34 years. (That leaves me some hope!) It will rewrite some of his old works and then write new (Mansfield Park, Emma, and Persuasion)
She seems to have preferred to confine the sphere of the closed world where she lived for source inspiration, for the sake of verisimilitude. Thus, these novels are partly inspired by her experiences, stories we told him what she has observed (she seems to have been very thin and very insightful), and his feelings.
is what I have learned from this book, it is still interesting, I seemed heavy enough to read and sometimes pontificating. I could not finish it completely.
It seems like we know very little about the life of the novelist, it is difficult to make a book less than romanticize. But then, David Cecil does not really do it. We feel his love to Jane Austen reflected in what he writes, but he can never really capture. Initially moderately interested, I ended up profoundly bored by reading diagonally, until I say it was stupid to beat a dead horse.
After all, the best way to know Jane Austen will always be the act of reading one of his works. I prefer to dive back soon in one of her famous novels rather than refuse to give in to no avail. A meeting
missed so with this book.
A little quote anyway:
"Nobody," she cried, never corresponds to our expectations, nor feelings, nor in his actions, nor joys, or in its suffering. "
dint of loving books by the author, we just want to learn more about his life. So, obviously, that of Jane Austen interested. Because it is part of its authors that I never get tired to read, and like the heroine of Lost In Austen (mini series English I advise you), I often at a moment of grief, immersing myself in Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion, and others.
outset, David Cecil announced that knows very little about the life of Jane Austen. Most of his correspondence with Cassandra, her elder sister, was destroyed by the latter, in an effort to protect his sister.
So does one really learns about this writer?
she is a child of the 18th century especially. A daughter of the gentry in the marriage between a man intelligent and cultivated, and daughter a reverend, ancestors a little more aristocratic than her husband. What characterizes the Austen family, according to the author, who paints a portrait to be a little bit too enthusiastic, it's a keen intelligence, a love of wit and a hint of irony, a family united although rooted in its time. After some tests
mini schools where she followed her sister Cassandra, Jane spends the rest of his childhood home. Educational attempts have not seemed to correspond to the two sisters, their parents prefer to keep with them. Thus, they are educated just as they see fit (the author made the connection with the sisters Bennet, but very slightly).
Jane Austen seems to have been an avid reader, (like any good writer?), Both books seriously as works lighter. "But as all avid readers of romance, she also appreciated those she did not need to read it seriously." She seems to have particularly liked Samuel Johnson (which I do not know anything, he seems to be the author of that famous phrase "Hell is paved with good intentions.")
The sisters remain unmarried Austen, one because his boyfriend dies in India (Cassandra), and the other because she will never find her suitors wants to marry her, or she could marry. (It seems likely that she had a heartache or two, and she refuses a marriage proposal, or at least accept it, and will return very quickly on its commitment to end it.)
's death their father, Jane, her mother and sister are reducing their lifestyle, (As Dashwood sisters and their mother in Sense and Sensibility ") and are forced to live a more austere. Jane does not seem to have been too saddened and divides his time mainly between visits to family and removals to other places. One senses in the extracts of letters from Jane to Cassandra, a deep commitment Family in general and it seems to have loved his nephews and nieces.
One of Jane's brothers, Edward, finally installing his mother and sisters, in what will be the final resting place of Jane, Chawton.
Although she has always written, Jane seems to have taken the time to write seriously until about 34 years. (That leaves me some hope!) It will rewrite some of his old works and then write new (Mansfield Park, Emma, and Persuasion)
She seems to have preferred to confine the sphere of the closed world where she lived for source inspiration, for the sake of verisimilitude. Thus, these novels are partly inspired by her experiences, stories we told him what she has observed (she seems to have been very thin and very insightful), and his feelings.
is what I have learned from this book, it is still interesting, I seemed heavy enough to read and sometimes pontificating. I could not finish it completely.
It seems like we know very little about the life of the novelist, it is difficult to make a book less than romanticize. But then, David Cecil does not really do it. We feel his love to Jane Austen reflected in what he writes, but he can never really capture. Initially moderately interested, I ended up profoundly bored by reading diagonally, until I say it was stupid to beat a dead horse.
After all, the best way to know Jane Austen will always be the act of reading one of his works. I prefer to dive back soon in one of her famous novels rather than refuse to give in to no avail. A meeting
missed so with this book.
A little quote anyway:
"Nobody," she cried, never corresponds to our expectations, nor feelings, nor in his actions, nor joys, or in its suffering. "
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Ap Bio Lab Five Cellular Respiration
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The idea of unus mundus is a variant of our concept of collective unconscious. First, the archetypes communicate with each other, suffer from contamination, so that the unus mundus is a unified multiplicity, a separation of the parties and all at the same time .(...)
Specifically, the unus mundus occurs, as noted by Jung in the phenomena of synchronicity.
M.-L. von Franz
Alchemy and active imagination
Excessive Uterus Mucus
without bragging too
This guy, he writes the way you breathe: A little, always on a regular basis, because it makes her life more enjoyable.
This guy, he writes the way you breathe: A little, always on a regular basis, because it makes her life more enjoyable.
I want to talk a little about my love of writing, talent and gift ... the nuances here, as in life in general, are of paramount importance.
Without losing my way, I must begin by talking about guitar lessons.
I teach guitar for 15 years now and every year I hear people tell me phrases like: "I would like to play it but I have no talent." [Sound of buzzer type "wrong answer"] HHIIIIIIN! (It is written like this, I checked)
More rarely, I hear: "I would be good but I do not want to put the necessary time to learn." Gling! (Here you will recognize the sound of buzzer type "right answer")
For me the love of a thing is the starting point talent, or at least what who can develop it. The donation is another story. Little secret (which is almost common knowledge): I love the guitar but I had little talent ... Now I have talent but I'll never have the gift.
My love of writing . No, but it this medium is not great?! In online characters who are given a sense we can share thoughts, stories, emotions or anything like that we have!
Whenever I read a deceased author, he is talking to me from beyond the grave. Creepy? Pantoute: amazing!
can transmit both our baggage than anyone else. Apparently this scientist said "here", Buddha said that "it" and that Steve (pronounced Stive) told "that".
can explain facts, lies and half-truths, as we feel like it. Between you and me are going to know if Buddha really said "it" and if Steve really say "only".
Sick!
In addition, it can play in leading the world. A DOG WITH BLUE TAIL IN CORKSCREW. Haha! I got you, it is not even! But you saw the same!
In addition more (I know it will not tell ... but it is said, since I just write it), you can create a thousand pictures per thousand readers using the same words. If I write: "Think of a picture of your father," we will all have a different image, unless we or brother / sister and you think the photo, or that fathers twins have taken a picture identical.
Yay!
The writing, frankly, it's too hot! The love I have for writing is much bigger than that. I think if I could sleep with the writing or erect a statue, I would! Anyway, must move on ... snif.
talent. I already broached the subject with my history of guitar lessons.
My main point is: most people have at least a bit of talent in most things, all things. Following is the love and time to help develop a talent.
In my case, I get to ask me often what I love and am proud to have allocated time to devote myself.
Moreover, people often tell me: "You're a musician / writer / whatever, you're lucky, you do what loves you." [Sound of buzzer mixed here] GLIIII-HIIIIN!
To clarify my thinking, I repeat the words of approximately one hockey analyst: "Good players are lucky, lucky players are good in this league, then you must make your luck. "Good news everyone (!!), in all leagues, we need you to do your chance!
A big heart can make up any lack of talent but not the reverse. It's not me who invented it, but it's good to tap the nail.
donation. We arrive here the real purpose of the entire bill: TAC! (and note that the choice of title is not trivial, for sure, I have a gift, TAC again!)
I have a gift ? Me? "As time goes by, I dare to think so ...
There are people who want and work hard to write about it and even end up doing very well, but feel that it is always an effort (I told you a secret on the guitar sometimes ... hep ).
For me, writing is different. I am good with words. Like that.
The beautiful and horrible thing of the gift is that we possess it without feeling to have worked for.
Accept the love we have for something, it's pretty natural. Agree to be proud of his work is already little harder. At what point is there enough work for daring to be proud of yourself? But accepting a gift, it borders on the outrageous boasting.
I'm talking about all this because I want to welcome this gift for writing and I believe it is necessary to draw up one day to develop myself and to benefit people around, humbly.
I'm talking about all this because I'm sure most people are repressed or donations, embarrassment, modesty. Refusing a gift is not modesty, it is to deprive and depriving the world of a gift.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Everything You Will Need For A Diaper Punishment
Tuesday: The Bible of the fairies of Edward Brasey
title Bible may seem a bit strange, but familiar from the Wiktionary, we are talking about Bible to cite a reference and authority in a given field.
If the coverage of this "bible" may put off a bit, the picture does not show it, but it is gold and shiny, I do not like necessarily to a book, or even in general it does must not be fooled by appearances.
Once you open this book, the situation is different.
Divided in Books (Books of the origins, historical books, poetry books, the book of prophets, the New Testament of the Fairies, fairies and The Apocalypse) is a nice pad that is full of illustrations on paper that looks like a yellowed parchment, and texts, ranging from the magical cocktail recipes invocations through the zodiacal signs in terms of fairies.
is the kind of book is opened at random, one reads a page, then two, then three, sitting cross-legged next to the library and that puts a nice time.
And as usual a few illustrations! By Amandine Labarre
notament:
Fairy Sagittarius ^ ^
Sandrine Gestin:
And quite a few other illustrators known in the art there!
Hoping you feel like giving!
ps: After a little bug, the article was published shortly, and then removed to return to its normal place ^ ^
So sorry for those / those who have already read, fatigue Sunday oblige!
title Bible may seem a bit strange, but familiar from the Wiktionary, we are talking about Bible to cite a reference and authority in a given field.
If the coverage of this "bible" may put off a bit, the picture does not show it, but it is gold and shiny, I do not like necessarily to a book, or even in general it does must not be fooled by appearances.
Once you open this book, the situation is different.
Divided in Books (Books of the origins, historical books, poetry books, the book of prophets, the New Testament of the Fairies, fairies and The Apocalypse) is a nice pad that is full of illustrations on paper that looks like a yellowed parchment, and texts, ranging from the magical cocktail recipes invocations through the zodiacal signs in terms of fairies.
is the kind of book is opened at random, one reads a page, then two, then three, sitting cross-legged next to the library and that puts a nice time.
And as usual a few illustrations! By Amandine Labarre
notament:
Fairy Sagittarius ^ ^
Sandrine Gestin:
And quite a few other illustrators known in the art there!
Hoping you feel like giving!
ps: After a little bug, the article was published shortly, and then removed to return to its normal place ^ ^
So sorry for those / those who have already read, fatigue Sunday oblige!
Doujinshi Palletshipping
mind and body are one and the same life.
When the psyche is not working as it should, the body can suffer great damage, and conversely, suffering physics that can lead to the soul, for soul and body are not separate, they are one and the same life.
CG Jung
The Soul and Life.
Clearing Throat Withblood
From the location of the anima and animus. From
They live and work clearly in the deep layers of the unconscious, (...) in the collective unconscious. This location for a large part explains their strangeness: they communicate to the consciousness fleeting psychic life belonging to an unknown distant past, the spirit of our ancestors ignored, their lifestyles and the world, in front of gods and men. the existence of this layer probably archaic form the root of the belief in reincarnation and memories of "past lives".
CG Jung
Psychological Healing
Portable Fire Extinguishers Last How Long
analytical processing.
By "analytic" I mean any method that takes into consideration in the discussion, the presence of the unconscious. A method for suggestive cons ignores this problem.
By "analytic" I mean any method that takes into consideration in the discussion, the presence of the unconscious. A method for suggestive cons ignores this problem.
CG Jung
psychological healing.
Silver Nitrate Cervical Erosion
Dynamism massive unconscious forces. From
Normally the collaboration of the unconscious and the conscious takes place smoothly and without disruption, so we do not even notice the existence of the unconscious. But when an individual or social group deviates excessively from its instinctive Assisi, he learns about its costs dynamism massive unconscious forces. The collaboration of the unconscious is intelligent and goal oriented and behaves when oppositional relation to consciousness its expression is still compensatory intelligently, as if the unconscious was trying to restore a balance compromise.
CG Jung
psychological healing.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Man Ejaculating All Over Woman
the weight of sand
Without the return, I filed on my bedside table a small hourglass, just to match my eyes.
Right now, my face is so close to the thin walls of glass that I almost feel like inside.
Suppose that we can count one to one grain of sand falling to the bottom of an hourglass, and simultaneously take a picture anywhere on earth.
I feel dizzy. How many grains of sand in a minute?
Certainly much more than days in a lifetime. Too bad, I returned.
Grain 1. Alone in my bed, Saturday morning with the smell of sheets and the darkness. The room is close and comforting.
At the same time as the second seed falls, a man lost his footing on a ladder in Vietnam. He is reincarnated by touching the ground.
Grain 3, so a birth.
Then a school of fish that changes its trajectory.
Grass grows.
A handshake between two wrinkled brothers who have seen the day before.
blood normally flowing into a vein.
The same blood DNA on a screen.
Grain 9. Corn to 13 dozen.
Grain 10. A countdown to a horse race.
Without the return, I filed on my bedside table a small hourglass, just to match my eyes.
Right now, my face is so close to the thin walls of glass that I almost feel like inside.
Suppose that we can count one to one grain of sand falling to the bottom of an hourglass, and simultaneously take a picture anywhere on earth.
I feel dizzy. How many grains of sand in a minute?
Certainly much more than days in a lifetime. Too bad, I returned.
Grain 1. Alone in my bed, Saturday morning with the smell of sheets and the darkness. The room is close and comforting.
At the same time as the second seed falls, a man lost his footing on a ladder in Vietnam. He is reincarnated by touching the ground.
Grain 3, so a birth.
Then a school of fish that changes its trajectory.
Grass grows.
A handshake between two wrinkled brothers who have seen the day before.
blood normally flowing into a vein.
The same blood DNA on a screen.
Grain 9. Corn to 13 dozen.
Grain 10. A countdown to a horse race.
11. Closer to home, it is still winter.
Tension mounts in a newsroom.
Ants carrying three pieces of flies.
The steel scissors are returned to the pad and the dignitaries up the stairs of the new library stamping a red ribbon in mourning.
In his car, a man puts his glasses on his nose while waiting at traffic lights.
A small meteor crashes on Pluto.
That's it, I left the earth. So easy to lose track.
I come back, passing by Jupiter, which itself is still a planet.
sand flowing cascade. How much grain do I not seen it fall? Ten thousand? Percent? Few grams.
time in the fall, can not focus.
I sucked on the other side of the glass wall, back to my room.
Tension mounts in a newsroom.
Ants carrying three pieces of flies.
The steel scissors are returned to the pad and the dignitaries up the stairs of the new library stamping a red ribbon in mourning.
In his car, a man puts his glasses on his nose while waiting at traffic lights.
A small meteor crashes on Pluto.
That's it, I left the earth. So easy to lose track.
I come back, passing by Jupiter, which itself is still a planet.
sand flowing cascade. How much grain do I not seen it fall? Ten thousand? Percent? Few grams.
time in the fall, can not focus.
I sucked on the other side of the glass wall, back to my room.
I observe the mound of sand, a tiny volcano imploding. How many universes are manufactured and collapse in a moment of inattention?
4252095771 ... at least.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Trac Vac Discharge Chute
Immortals Cate Tiernan
good-Will. Do I muttered when I saw this book in bookstores. (I have a very clear trend soliloquize!)
Another vampire novel. Another love story culcul praline, or a book with good ideas but with passages of sex totally unnecessary.
should know that if I'm a fan of literature of imagination, fantasy, fantasy and understand, I have some reservations with respect to what is called the bitt litt. Why? I surf the next wave of certain albums. (Note: I am not of generality, there are good books bitt litt. But there are also some bad things.)
Finally, it is certain that once I let myself go to trial to the punch.
Immortals is not already a history of vampires. (So much the better. To me THE vampire is Dracula. That's all. And not a young beardless that shines like a mirror ball. Lestat, Louis and others are also accepted course!) No, the characters are magicians, and do not die. Finally, in general
In this wave of novels that are similar, Immortals is a very pleasant surprise.
Heroin is annoying. It was nice to have more than four hundred years behind her, she is clueless as a teenager. She lives a young rebel to booze with his friends, but from the beginning of the story everything changes for her. His best friend, also immortal, uses of magic (in this story the Immortals are magicians.) To break the back of a taxi driver very polite. And then it all starts to spin. She does not want to continue live with this kind of character. Then she flees, and searching his memory, remembers having met dozens of years, rather, an immortal who had offered his help. In England, she went deep in the U.S., in what looks like a rehabilitation center for bio Immortals lost.
but guess what, she did not really welcomed by Reyn, a Viking god, also a resident, (yes, he is described as that) as affable a prison door. Having fled his hostility and his own cowardice, she ended up back at the "center". And begins for the young woman a sort of relearning life. It attempts to tame, integrate, and especially to accept who she is. Soon she discovers that she is much more than she thought.
This novel (the first volume of a trilogy I think), is full of humanity, and if the magic is present in the narrative is not always the center of history. The characters are interesting, the writing is fairly good, and the incursions of heroin in his past are very pleasant to read. I read the novel in one go, and in the end I found myself regretting that this is already finished.
Further proof that we should not judge by appearances, and a title may be misleading.
good-Will. Do I muttered when I saw this book in bookstores. (I have a very clear trend soliloquize!)
Another vampire novel. Another love story culcul praline, or a book with good ideas but with passages of sex totally unnecessary.
should know that if I'm a fan of literature of imagination, fantasy, fantasy and understand, I have some reservations with respect to what is called the bitt litt. Why? I surf the next wave of certain albums. (Note: I am not of generality, there are good books bitt litt. But there are also some bad things.)
Finally, it is certain that once I let myself go to trial to the punch.
Immortals is not already a history of vampires. (So much the better. To me THE vampire is Dracula. That's all. And not a young beardless that shines like a mirror ball. Lestat, Louis and others are also accepted course!) No, the characters are magicians, and do not die. Finally, in general
In this wave of novels that are similar, Immortals is a very pleasant surprise.
Heroin is annoying. It was nice to have more than four hundred years behind her, she is clueless as a teenager. She lives a young rebel to booze with his friends, but from the beginning of the story everything changes for her. His best friend, also immortal, uses of magic (in this story the Immortals are magicians.) To break the back of a taxi driver very polite. And then it all starts to spin. She does not want to continue live with this kind of character. Then she flees, and searching his memory, remembers having met dozens of years, rather, an immortal who had offered his help. In England, she went deep in the U.S., in what looks like a rehabilitation center for bio Immortals lost.
but guess what, she did not really welcomed by Reyn, a Viking god, also a resident, (yes, he is described as that) as affable a prison door. Having fled his hostility and his own cowardice, she ended up back at the "center". And begins for the young woman a sort of relearning life. It attempts to tame, integrate, and especially to accept who she is. Soon she discovers that she is much more than she thought.
This novel (the first volume of a trilogy I think), is full of humanity, and if the magic is present in the narrative is not always the center of history. The characters are interesting, the writing is fairly good, and the incursions of heroin in his past are very pleasant to read. I read the novel in one go, and in the end I found myself regretting that this is already finished.
Further proof that we should not judge by appearances, and a title may be misleading.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
How Accurate Is The Bone Density Heel Test
An autobiography Agatha Christie. The collection
You may have already guessed, I am a big fan of Agatha Christie. Fascinating woman if any, as much through his work, a vast and varied as its life.
I had already read a biography on her, but I found his autobiography at the library the other day ... then necessarily
Autobiography then, and suddenly, biased. And if other authors take the bias, often without honor, to say everything in their life, Agatha Christie announced early color. It speaks only of the things she will delight in remembering.
So a tour through his memory that the reader is about to begin.
Agatha's parents were married for love, because he seems pretty happy for the time. His mother was in love with his father since his childhood. The age difference between them has never seemed to be a problem.
As a child of Agatha Christie is charming. She seems to have lived in her little girl fantasy world, creating and animating characters, speaking only for long hours. We feel the beginnings of a dawning future as a novelist's imagination is already any child being unrestrained.
Despite the money problems of his parents settled from some time abroad, particularly in France, where life is cheaper, it seems to keep her childhood memories sweet and tender.
His mother, a character quite important to the life of the little girl seems to be a strange creature, led by head shots, bursts of imagination, crazy ideas.
the death of his father, life changes for the girl. She will complete her education in various schools, to break into the world in Egypt, and fall in love several times before meeting Archibald Christie and become engaged to him.
War arrives and while her boyfriend entered the Air Force, she works with nurses. It will end up in the preparation of medicines, and suddenly, to form a solid background on poisons and whatnot of this kind, which will serve him well later.
Coming soon writing his first novel, and some success, and after a disaster, family, and the death of his mother, his failed marriage to Archibald Christie. (I also hated, yet Agatha Christie seems to say that it's her fault if her marriage failed, but personally I found the portrait of her husband so daunting. Rather fickle and selfish.)
As issued after a marriage that will leave him a daughter, Agatha goes to Baghdad, no less! What courage for a woman this time to go exploring and only ... It was during this trip she will make the acquaintance of her future husband Max (which I like much more than the first!)
The rest of the book, although very interesting, seems a bit difficult to evoke . She talks about her life with Max, archeology, the second world war.
What I remember about this autobiography is a portrait of a woman ahead of her time, very intelligent and fertile imagination, courage uncommon. A woman who has experienced the first airplane flight, the arrival of the car (there are passages relating thereto, which I loved), a fierce reader (Dickens, Shakespeare, and many others. ), and most importantly, someone I know loved it! This appears the most to me is that closing the book I thought, what a pity not to have had the pleasure of chatting with her. (And suddenly, hey presto, I wanted to find Tuppence, Poirot or Jane Marple that dear!)
You will find a more pointed and interesting review than mine (really, I think I'm a bit sloppy at times, I'll have it working!) in Maggie
You may have already guessed, I am a big fan of Agatha Christie. Fascinating woman if any, as much through his work, a vast and varied as its life.
I had already read a biography on her, but I found his autobiography at the library the other day ... then necessarily
Autobiography then, and suddenly, biased. And if other authors take the bias, often without honor, to say everything in their life, Agatha Christie announced early color. It speaks only of the things she will delight in remembering.
So a tour through his memory that the reader is about to begin.
Agatha's parents were married for love, because he seems pretty happy for the time. His mother was in love with his father since his childhood. The age difference between them has never seemed to be a problem.
As a child of Agatha Christie is charming. She seems to have lived in her little girl fantasy world, creating and animating characters, speaking only for long hours. We feel the beginnings of a dawning future as a novelist's imagination is already any child being unrestrained.
Despite the money problems of his parents settled from some time abroad, particularly in France, where life is cheaper, it seems to keep her childhood memories sweet and tender.
His mother, a character quite important to the life of the little girl seems to be a strange creature, led by head shots, bursts of imagination, crazy ideas.
the death of his father, life changes for the girl. She will complete her education in various schools, to break into the world in Egypt, and fall in love several times before meeting Archibald Christie and become engaged to him.
War arrives and while her boyfriend entered the Air Force, she works with nurses. It will end up in the preparation of medicines, and suddenly, to form a solid background on poisons and whatnot of this kind, which will serve him well later.
Coming soon writing his first novel, and some success, and after a disaster, family, and the death of his mother, his failed marriage to Archibald Christie. (I also hated, yet Agatha Christie seems to say that it's her fault if her marriage failed, but personally I found the portrait of her husband so daunting. Rather fickle and selfish.)
As issued after a marriage that will leave him a daughter, Agatha goes to Baghdad, no less! What courage for a woman this time to go exploring and only ... It was during this trip she will make the acquaintance of her future husband Max (which I like much more than the first!)
The rest of the book, although very interesting, seems a bit difficult to evoke . She talks about her life with Max, archeology, the second world war.
What I remember about this autobiography is a portrait of a woman ahead of her time, very intelligent and fertile imagination, courage uncommon. A woman who has experienced the first airplane flight, the arrival of the car (there are passages relating thereto, which I loved), a fierce reader (Dickens, Shakespeare, and many others. ), and most importantly, someone I know loved it! This appears the most to me is that closing the book I thought, what a pity not to have had the pleasure of chatting with her. (And suddenly, hey presto, I wanted to find Tuppence, Poirot or Jane Marple that dear!)
You will find a more pointed and interesting review than mine (really, I think I'm a bit sloppy at times, I'll have it working!) in Maggie
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