August 2008
6 posts
“Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is...”
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John Dryden (Aug. 9, 1631-1700). Amphitryon, 3.1, 1691
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White elephants
the sakuntala and other things sanskrit
Toward the end of the Sakuntala, the most famous of the three surviving plays by Kalidasa—the poet usually considered the finest in ancient India—the hero Dushyanta offers this poignant self-analysis:
Like someone staring at an elephant who says, “There is no elephant here,” and who then, as it moves away, feels a certain doubt and...
On reading
Germaine Greer, writer
Have you experienced reader’s block? It’s just a different world. I read all the time; I can’t stop reading. It might apply to my assistant, but she is on holiday, so she is probably reading like mad. Could you recommend a book to get people reading again? Oh God, I don’t read novels! Why do people think that reading a book means reading a fucking...
