"'Why do I go?' Zooey said, without looking around. 'I go mostly because I'm tired as hell of getting up furious in the morning and going to bed furious at night.'"

J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey


Oh destiny of Borges
to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world
or across that single and solitary sea of diverse
to have been a part of Edinburgh, of Zurich, of the
two Cordobas,
of Colombia and of Texas,
to have returned at the end of changing generations
to the ancient lands of his forebears,
to Andalucia, to Portugal and to those counties
where the Saxon warred with the Dane and they
mixed their blood,
to have wandered through the red and tranquil
labyrinth of London,
to have grown old in so many mirrors,
to have sought in vain the marble gaze of the statues,
to have questioned lithographs, encyclopedias,
to have seen the things that men see,
death, the sluggish dawn, the plains,
and the delicate stars,
and to have seen nothing, or almost nothing
except the face of a girl from Buenos Aires
a face that does not want you to remember it.
Oh destiny of Borges,
perhaps no stranger than your own.

- Jorge Luis Borges

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
when there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand,
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

― St. Francis of Assisi

image: MURILLO, Bartolome Esteban, St Francis of Assisi at Prayer 1645-50

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"I hope you don’t have friends who recommend Ayn Rand to you. The fiction of Ayn Rand is as low as you can get re fiction. I hope you picked it up off the floor of the subway and threw it in the nearest garbage pail. She makes Mickey Spillane look like Dostoevsky."

Flannery O’Connor


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"What happened was, I got the idea in my head — and I just could not get it out — that college was just one more dopey, inane place in the world dedicated to piling up treasure on earth and everything… I don’t think it would have all got me quite so down if just once in awhile — just once in awhile — there was at least some polite little perfunctory implication that knowledge should lead to wisdom, and that if it doesn’t, it’s just a disgusting waste of time! But there never is! You never even hear any hints dropped on campus that wisdom is supposed to be the goal of knowledge. You hardly ever even hear the word ‘wisdom’ mentioned!"

J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey


Here is one of my favourite pianists: Glenn Gould. In my mind, he was the greatest pianist of the 20th century. Not only did his performances of Bach completely shift the world of classical music on its face, but also he pioneered digital recordings of classical music. Everything is so clean, so perfect. Every single voice brought out to perfection, I lose myself in Gould’s recordings.

"Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you."

 Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

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"For me, the most rewarding part of teaching is introducing my students to primary sources. Each of my classes involves a lecture period plus an hour of small-group tutorials in which the class works its way through a book that I have chosen. In the books that have come down to us from the past, we have access to Christian minds far more energetic and more accommodating than our own. It is a joy to find yourself in the presence of a mind that you cannot fully comprehend. This has always been one of the chief reasons for studying the humanities at all: to learn that the human spirit is larger and more interesting than one’s own poor spirit, or (this is the political benefit of studying the humanities) than the spirit of the age."

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