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“My brother asked the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless, but it is right; for all is like an ocean, all is flowing and blending; a touch in one place sets up movement at the other end of the earth. It may be senseless to beg forgiveness of the birds, but birds would be happier at your side — a little happier, anyway — and children and all animals, if you were nobler than you are now. It’s all like an ocean, I tell you. Then you would pray to the birds too, consumed by an all-embracing love, in a sort of transport, and pray that they too will forgive you your sin. Treasure this ecstasy, however senseless it may seem to men.”

—   
The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
[Book VI “The Russian Monk”, Chapter 3, Conversations and Exhortations of Father Zossima, (f) Of Masters and Servants, and of whether it is possible for them to be Brothers in the Spirit.]

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(Source: ebooks.adelaide.edu.au, via dostoyevsky)

abstiegundzerfall:

Sculpting In Time (The Beginning), Andrei Tarkovsky

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“There are two ways to life: one is the regular, direct and good way; the other is bad, it leads through death, and that is the way of genius.”

—   Hans Castorp in The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann (via teachmetomeetmydesires)

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"I went down among the dust and pollen

To the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn

Underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children

They were there and then they were gone

And I wonder what became of them

In the morning waking up to terrible sunlight

All diffuse like skin abuse the sun is half it’s size

When you talk you hardly even look in my eye

In the doorway holding every letter that I wrote

In the driveway pulling away putting on your coat

In the ocean washing off my name from your throat

nyrbclassics:

The Unknown Masterpiece and Gambara by Honoré de Balzac (trans. Richard Howard) and iced tea. Book bought at Cellar Books in Chicago.
Balzac doesn’t discuss coffee much in either novella in this book but he must be considered a patron saint of the Classics and Coffee Club. In “The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee" he gives some advice:

I have discovered a horrible, rather brutal method [of consuming coffee] that I recommend only to men of excessive vigor, men with thick black hair and skin covered with liver spots, men with big square hands and legs shaped like bowling pins. It is a question of using finely pulverized, dense coffee, cold and anhydrous, consumed on an empty stomach. This coffee falls into your stomach, a sack whose velvety interior is lined with tapestries of suckers and papillae. The coffee finds nothing else in the sack, and so it attacks these delicate and voluptuous linings; it acts like a food and demands digestive juices; it wrings and twists the stomach for these juices, appealing as a pythoness appeals to her god; it brutalizes these beautiful stomach linings as a wagon master abuses ponies; the plexus becomes inflamed; sparks shoot all the way up to the brain. From that moment on, everything becomes agitated. Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages. Memories charge in, bright flags on high; the cavalry of metaphor deploys with a magnificent gallop; the artillery of logic rushes up with clattering wagons and cartridges; on imagination’s orders, sharpshooters sight and fire; forms and shapes and characters rear up; the paper is spread with ink - for the nightly labor begins and ends with torrents of this black water, as a battle opens and concludes with black powder.
(translated by Robert Onopa)

Read the rest of the essay to find out what happened when a friend of Balzac’s with fine, blond hair followed his advice.
Do you have a picture of one of our books with coffee or tea (finely pulverized and dense)? Send it to this address and we’ll post them here (making you an honorary member of the Classics and Coffee Club).

nyrbclassics:

The Unknown Masterpiece and Gambara by Honoré de Balzac (trans. Richard Howard) and iced tea. Book bought at Cellar Books in Chicago.

Balzac doesn’t discuss coffee much in either novella in this book but he must be considered a patron saint of the Classics and Coffee Club. In “The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee" he gives some advice:

I have discovered a horrible, rather brutal method [of consuming coffee] that I recommend only to men of excessive vigor, men with thick black hair and skin covered with liver spots, men with big square hands and legs shaped like bowling pins. It is a question of using finely pulverized, dense coffee, cold and anhydrous, consumed on an empty stomach. This coffee falls into your stomach, a sack whose velvety interior is lined with tapestries of suckers and papillae. The coffee finds nothing else in the sack, and so it attacks these delicate and voluptuous linings; it acts like a food and demands digestive juices; it wrings and twists the stomach for these juices, appealing as a pythoness appeals to her god; it brutalizes these beautiful stomach linings as a wagon master abuses ponies; the plexus becomes inflamed; sparks shoot all the way up to the brain. From that moment on, everything becomes agitated. Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages. Memories charge in, bright flags on high; the cavalry of metaphor deploys with a magnificent gallop; the artillery of logic rushes up with clattering wagons and cartridges; on imagination’s orders, sharpshooters sight and fire; forms and shapes and characters rear up; the paper is spread with ink - for the nightly labor begins and ends with torrents of this black water, as a battle opens and concludes with black powder.

(translated by Robert Onopa)

Read the rest of the essay to find out what happened when a friend of Balzac’s with fine, blond hair followed his advice.

Do you have a picture of one of our books with coffee or tea (finely pulverized and dense)? Send it to this address and we’ll post them here (making you an honorary member of the Classics and Coffee Club).

…and then it suddenly occurred to me that “Gravity” is simply the natural evolution of Major Kong’s ride.

“I suffer for all who were tortured, shot, or starved to death, whether they are killed by Hitler or on Stalin’s orders. I feel eternal pain for each of the victims. My symphonies are tombstones.”

—   Dmitri Shostakovich (via supernatchan)

(Source: 1musicforall, via anotherpianist)

dtysen:

At some point in his magnificent, all-encompassing career, Leonardo Da Vinci drew a whole page of cats.

dtysen:

At some point in his magnificent, all-encompassing career, Leonardo Da Vinci drew a whole page of cats.

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scooteraz:

Dutch soldiers on ice skates during a training exercise. 1940

scooteraz:

Dutch soldiers on ice skates during a training exercise. 1940

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