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Stefan Zweig | Philosophy | Peripatetic soul | NoeticEntelechy | Classical literature | Bibliophile

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"Literature is essentially solitude. It is written in solitude, read in solitude, and yet the act of reading enables communication between two human beings." Paul Auster Have a calm evening

"Literature is essentially solitude.  It is written in solitude, read in solitude, and yet the act of reading enables communication between two human beings."
Paul Auster

Have a calm evening
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Porphyry on The Nature of Zeus Now look at the wisdom of the Greeks, and examine it as follows. The authors of the Orphic hymns supposed Zeus to be the mind of the world, and that he created all things therein,containing the world in himself. Therefore in their theological

Porphyry on The Nature of Zeus
Now look at the wisdom of the Greeks, and examine it as follows. The authors of the Orphic hymns supposed Zeus to be the mind of the world, and that he created all things therein,containing the world in himself. Therefore in their theological
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"The hell is a morning without coffee," declared Sartre, staring into his empty cup the way he once stared into human freedom- with a desperate hope that someone, somewhere, might still fill it. "That’s not hell, Jean-Paul," replied Collier’s monkey wife with a slight French

"The hell is a morning without coffee," declared Sartre, staring into his empty cup the way he once stared into human freedom- with a desperate hope that someone, somewhere, might still fill it.
"That’s not hell, Jean-Paul," replied Collier’s monkey wife with a slight French
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May 24: The Day Letters Become Destiny Today is the day when letters dress in festive attire, the language shines like a constellation, and we - the Bulgarians - stand before the world not with weapons, not with victories, but with something stronger: a gift. Because there is a

May 24: The Day Letters Become Destiny
Today is the day when letters dress in festive attire, the language shines like a constellation, and we - the Bulgarians - stand before the world not with weapons, not with victories, but with something stronger: a gift.
Because there is a
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Ah, Collier and his monkey wife - one of those philosophically grotesque duos that seem to have stepped out of an unpublished Beckett play, edited by Oscar Wilde on a bad day. Collier is a man who believes he's destined to interpret the world - though he most often misinterprets

Ah, Collier and his monkey wife - one of those philosophically grotesque duos that seem to have stepped out of an unpublished Beckett play, edited by Oscar Wilde on a bad day.
Collier is a man who believes he's destined to interpret the world - though he most often misinterprets
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Turning the Key For the second time in my life, I close the door of a family apartment. And it's not just a door-it’s a world. A time. An entire continent of memory. I place my hand on the handle, turn the key, and hear not a click, but a sigh-quiet, final, and heavy as history.

Turning the Key

For the second time in my life, I close the door of a family apartment.
And it's not just a door-it’s a world. A time. An entire continent of memory.
I place my hand on the handle, turn the key, and hear not a click, but a sigh-quiet, final, and heavy as history.
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I bless with all my soul that first archaic woman- nameless and eternal - who caught sight of the dust that had accumulated in the hollowed-out crack in the cave wall and decided to clean it. Not out of vanity. Not out of fear. But because her soul could not bear the weight of

I bless with all my soul that first archaic woman- nameless and eternal - who caught sight of the dust that had accumulated in the hollowed-out crack in the cave wall and decided to clean it. Not out of vanity. Not out of fear. But because her soul could not bear the weight of
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I'm Wonder Woman! I wonder where my keys are. I wonder where my bag is. I wonder where my phone. Everything. Have a nice and wonderful weekend

I'm Wonder Woman!
I wonder where my keys are.
I wonder where my bag is.
I wonder where my phone. Everything. 

Have a nice and wonderful weekend
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"The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us." Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

"The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us."
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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Today I received an email from Goodreads, delicately concerned: they asked if I have been reading this month and quietly hope I will soon mark new books. Hidden between the lines - a subtle anxiety, as if someone who once read actively should not simply vanish into silence. For

Today I received an email from Goodreads, delicately concerned: they asked if I have been reading this month and quietly hope I will soon mark new books. Hidden between the lines - a subtle anxiety, as if someone who once read actively should not simply vanish into silence.
For
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"I am French Canadian, brought to the world in New England. When I am angry I often swear in French. When I dream I often dream in French. When I cry I always cry in French.ā€ Jack Kerouac In the same way, I just replace it with Bulgarian.. Have a calm evening

"I am French Canadian, brought to the world in New England. When I am angry I often swear in French. When I dream I often dream in French. When I cry I always cry in French.ā€
Jack Kerouac

In the same way, I just replace it with Bulgarian..

Have a calm evening
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"Immersed in solitude, he would dream or read far into the night. By protracted contemplation of the same thoughts, his mind grew sharp, his vague, undeveloped ideas took on form." Joris-Karl Huysmans, "Against Nature" Good night

"Immersed in solitude, he would dream or read far into the night. By protracted contemplation of the same thoughts, his mind grew sharp, his vague, undeveloped ideas took on form."
Joris-Karl Huysmans, "Against Nature"

Good night
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In the Thinking Zone, mornings are a ritual. Coffee pours like truth in the Tractatus- short, strong, and somewhat misunderstood. Wittgenstein stays silent until the third sip - he believes that everything that can be said is said through coffee. Russell insists, quite logically,

In the Thinking Zone, mornings are a ritual. Coffee pours like truth in the Tractatus- short, strong, and somewhat misunderstood.
Wittgenstein stays silent until the third sip - he believes that everything that can be said is said through coffee.
Russell insists, quite logically,
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"Whether a person reads or does not read – this is immediately noticeable. There is no greater difference between people than this." Pascal Mercier

"Whether a person reads or does not read – this is immediately noticeable. There is no greater difference between people than this."
Pascal Mercier
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I love being at home. My life is very simple. I read a lot of books. I watch a lot of films. I listen to a lot of music. I walk at the seashore. I cook. Yeah, I'm boring.

I love being at home. My life is very simple. I read a lot of books. I watch a lot of films. I listen to a lot of music. I walk at the seashore. I cook. Yeah, I'm boring.
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Ladies and gentlemen, philosophers and bakers, a historical slap has struck the global stage with the finesse of an 18th-century French retort and the resonance of a mousetrap on bare cheek: Brigitte Macron slapped Emmanuel Macron. Again. Live. On air. With aplomb. With

Ladies and gentlemen, philosophers and bakers, a historical slap has struck the global stage with the finesse of an 18th-century French retort and the resonance of a mousetrap on bare cheek: Brigitte Macron slapped Emmanuel Macron.
Again.
Live.
On air.
With aplomb.
With
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Read, read, read. Read with a purpose. Read to expand your mind. Read to make yourself more valuable to the world. Good night

Read, read, read. Read with a purpose. Read to expand your mind. Read to make yourself more valuable to the world.

Good night