yellowpagediary
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It's just a casual chit-chat, my friend. Mainly about books, but prepare yourself for something personal every now and then.
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yellowpagediary · 10 years ago
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yellowpagediary · 10 years ago
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by incidentalcomics:
Behind Every Great Novelist (Illustration for the NY Times Book Review)
All of them...
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yellowpagediary · 10 years ago
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From The Miami News, March 30, 1926:
Reading Machine’ invented to abolish bulky volumes
A “reading machine” that folds into the size of a fountain pen and is designed to do away with bulky books has been invented by Rear Admiral Bradley A. Fiske, retired, the Herald-Tribune says today.
Admiral Fiske has completed a working model of the invention, which he describes as likely to render obsolete printing presses and typesetting machines and to revolutionize the publishing business. The device is also expected to make eyeglasses unncessary for many readers who now wear them.
The invention, which Admiral Fiske calls the “Fiske reading machine,” consists of an apparratus, not unlike a lorgnette [eyeglasses with a handle], on which are mounted a magnifying lens for one eye, a shield for the other and a rack to hold the reading matter.
The reading matter for use with the machine is produced directly from typewritten manuscript by photography and is so microscopic as to be undecipherable with the naked eye. The admiral has had the first volume of Mark Twain’s “Innocents Abroad,” a book of 93,000 words, prepared as an example, and it appears as a 13-page pamphlet three and three-quarters by five and three-quarters inches in size.
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yellowpagediary · 10 years ago
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A man Reading D.H Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover back in the 60's, and they thought it obscene...
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yellowpagediary · 10 years ago
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#collage #odds_and_ends #practical_boredom
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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"so in the end it turned out, that I had to do it by myself..."
"never blame circumstances, with romances seldom came,
never pick a fight you're gonna lose..."
God!! this man is brilliant... the song saves my ass everyday!
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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The story of my life.
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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Random stuff #my_artwork #random_illustrations #wanna_do_it_again
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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#old_diary #my_artwork #random_illustrations
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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Nostalgia is a dirty liar that insists things were better than they seemed.
Michelle K., I Can’t Stop Questioning It.  (via jamesfrancozpenis)
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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'Give me,' said Joe, 'a good book, or a good newspaper, and sit me down afore a good fire, and I ask no better.'
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations  (via englishmajorinrepair)
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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 Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
The first paragraph in Lady Chatterley's Lover, D.H. Lawrence.
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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Le mini gallery #7a2et_l_botoolat
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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yep, thats where my resume goes. I’m sure of it.
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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yellowpagediary · 11 years ago
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...breakdown, impossible to sleep, impossible to stay awake, impossible to endure life, or, more exactly, the course of life. The clocks are not in unison; the inner one runs carzily on at a devilish or demoniac or in any case inhuman pace, the outer one limps along at its usual speed. What else can happen but that the two worlds split apart, and they do split apart, or at least clash in a fearful manner.
 Kafka's diary entry, January 16, 1922.
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