#First Edition

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound Chapter links

yes, i know that the first few chapter links are broken please refrain messaging me about it hahah I’ve been working on getting the links working again and here they are!! These are all the links up to the most recent chapter. More will be added as the story progresses.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

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[brandy-took]

HOLY SHIT?????

my Nanna just walked in and was like "I think you'll like this, it's a prequel to lord of the rings I think!"

AND IT'S A FIRST ADDITION SILMARILLION!!???!!???!???

IM LOSING MY MIIIINNNDDD

[blondebrainpowered]

The Far Side

By Gary Larson

[bearhats]

two driven people with clashing goals, and they had intense feelings about each other. well,

[macrolit]

1929 First Edition of Nella Larsen's Passing. Goodness.

[amalthea-felsblood]

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝙾𝚁𝚉𝙴𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 f𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 m𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 f𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 7,000 𝚐𝚒𝚕

𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐; 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚛i's 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝'𝚜 ��𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚡𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛—𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝.

⟡𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙳𝚂⟡ ⊹𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛⊹ "𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖." 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗-𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜. ❀𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎❀ "𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚔. 𝚆𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜." 𝙰 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗-𝚍𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚊𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚇𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕: 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 🗡𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛🗡 "𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜." 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚜. ᯽𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜᯽ "𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚖." 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚞𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚆𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚢 @thebrumeknight-ffxiv

[zurich-snows]

Marquis de Sade, Justine, first edition, 1791. Frontispiece by Philippe Chéry. License: Public Domain.

[hogwartscastle]

First print edition of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone"

[uwmspeccoll]

World Kindness Day!

Today is World Kindness Day, so to celebrate, we present An Act or Two of Kindness by William Saroyan with wood engravings by Helen Siegl. Published by Penmaen Press in 1977 in Lincoln, MA, this first edition was designed and set by Michael McCurdy. This book features two tales that highlight acts of kindness amidst a world consumed by greed. The stories are titled The Ashtree Talker and The Crying Drunk. 

William Saroyan (1908-1981) was an Armenian American novelist, playwright, and short story writer. He extensively wrote about the experiences of Armenian immigrants living in America. In 1940, he was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Drama and, in 1943, an Academy Award for Best Story. 

Helen Siegl (1924-2009) was a printmaker born in Austria who spent most of her life in the United States. However, her experiences in her home city of Vienna during the tumultuous period of Nazi annexation, World War II, and the subsequent Soviet occupation shaped her artistic beliefs. 

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-Melissa, Special Collections Graduate Intern

[bilibliophl]

Les aventures de Spirou et Fantasio par André Franquin, première éditions.

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- 18+ words and themes overall, cussing, mention of death, mention of sandors death, happy angst, reuniting lovers. Lmk if i forgot anything.

READ PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE

CHAPTER 24

“Fuck me its cold.” Gendryl huffs as he pulls the blanket closer to his body. 

“Is that all youre going to do this fucking trip?” hound asks, pushing his shoulder almost causing the blacksmith to trip up. 

“Do what?” Gendryl asks, turning a bit to look up at the larger man. 

“Winge. You've been doing it this entire time. It's worse than the thoros singing. Talking about a woman who strapped you down, stripped you naked, some fucking red witch-” 

“She was gonna kill me, could-would have If it was for davos who-”

“But she didn't, hmm. Did she? So what are you whining about?” Sandor cuts him off, tired of his bullshit. 

“I'm not Whining.” Gendryl barks back. 

Sandor chuckles. “Your lips are moving and you're complaining about something…this cunt has been killed six times you don't hear him bitching about it huh?” Sandor says pushing Gendryl to the side and continuing off infront of him. 

“Sandor.” Jon says, turning to him, calling him up. Beric follows, wanting to hear the plan Jon might have. 

“I wanted to congratulate you on your fatherhood.” he says. 

“What?” Sandor asks, confused for a second. 

“Her grace, y/n clegane. She bore you a son. They call him the little prince. I was there. He's healthy. Takes after you.'' John nods. 

“Oh. hmm. I'm planning to deter all other nonsense after this shit to sail to Volantis finally.'' Sandor huffs out fixing the pack around his shoulders. 

John stops walking to look at him. 

“Volantis? There was a plague that swept over it, heathers plague, from the heather plant being tainted. Her grace isn't in volantis, she's in winterfell with sansa. Her parents sent her there because the plague does not touch the cold. She thinks you're dead though.” John explains. 

Sandors breath hitches for a moment before glancing at beric who nods with a smile knowing that the ‘lord of light’ has willed him to be here. 

“Dont smile at me like that you fucking necromancer.” sandor says. 

“You have a son clegane, the little prince, be thankful. When this is all over you can head there to reunite.” beric continues. 

“Why does she think I'm dead?” Sandor asks as they continue the walk. 

“Brienne of Tarth is also within the walls of winterfell when y/n arrived brienne told her, she pushed you and you fell.” John says. 

“The big woman?” Tormound asks, his eyes wide with wonder. 

“Y-yes.. John answers uncomfortably.

“I will make sure you join us when we arrive back there. You've got a son to meet.” Jon says. 

“You've got to stay alive now that is eh? Don't want your pretty missus to keep thinking you're dead now then." Tormund says, putting his hand on sandors shoulder. As fast as it was placed sandor smacks it off him. 

“Fuck off.” he huffs. 

“You're the dog, they told you were mean. Were you born that way or were you hardened?” Tormund asks him, smiling a bit. 

Sandor slowly turns to the other man scowling at him as if he can't understand a word he's saying. 

“What is wrong with you? Genuinely.” Sandor asks, huffing out a puff of air that can be seen because of the frigid temperature. 

“Nothing. You see I don't think you’re actually mean. I’ve seen the princess and the fact that she fell for a brute look of you well..ptff. Youve got sad eyes i think she takes care of you, takes care of you well, enough to put a babe inside her, i think that under all your anger and hate your a soft man, you either love her completely….of she just fucks you so good you cant leav-” tormund is cut short with a punch to face before he lands in the snow.

“I told you to shut the fuck up and i wont do it again. Talk about her like that once more and i’ll snap your ginger fucking neck!” Sandor barks out. 

“OI! Enough of that?! And keep moving!” Jon hollars out as the rest of the group is a bit of a ways ahead. 

—-----

You watch as the supply carts are unloaded, your men and the others pulling out and setting down crate after crate. The whine of a horse before two women in red cloaks ride into the gates. 

“Who's that?” you ask joss as he stands next to you. He shakes his head. They two are helped off their horses before looking around briefly and taking off their hoods. 

“Your grace. The red woman, Lady melisandre and her daughter Yin have arrived.” you turn to face lord baelish. 

“And who are they?” Sansa asks as she walks up behind you. 

“Sorcerers my lady, they are here to help decide the plan against the dead.” baelish answers. Sansa looks unamused as she looks at them. 

They look up to you before heading your way up the stairs onto the balcony platform where you stand. You turn your gaze over to where one of the guards are leading them twords you before they make their final destination. 

“My lady, your grace.” the one with brown hair says as they both curtsy. 

“Who sent it to you?” Sansa asks, frowning. 

“Your brother, the lord snow. I am Melisandre High priestess of the red women, and this is my daughter, Yin '' she speaks again. Introducing herself and your child yet they both look virtually the same age. 

“Why are you here?” you ask. 

“Lord Snow sent for us to assist in the fight of the dead.” Yin speaks. You notice that she, unlike her mother, has blonde hair and a fair complexion. Beautiful nonetheless and most likely powerful if her mother is the high priestess. 

“I brought you brother back to life after the members of castle black retaliated and took his life from him leaving him in the snow to die.” Melisandre says. 

“That was you?” Sansa says she nods. 

“My daughter healed the rest of his wounds. No fear can be fulfilled without scars but he is alive and walking.” the red woman replies. 

Sansa nods, taking a moment before speaking again. 

“I will have sleeping quarters set up for you then. Jon is not here, he is on the wall but he should be back within the week." Sansa replies looking to measter aaron before turning back to melisandre nods thankful for the hospitality as sudden as it may have been. 

“Your grace.” lucy speaks as she walks up to you your son in her arms. He immediately reaches out to you wanting you. 

A smile is plastered on your face as you bring him into your arms holding him close. Sansa immediately holds out her hand and joss take her finger in his hand wrapping his first around it babbling. 

“The little prince.” yin speaks. You look at her, focusing on her words. 

“He will make a great king when the illness has subsided and you are to return home.” she says. You nod to her. 

“Y-yes but i will not force him to his kingly role if he does not wish it.” you say. 

“Of course not.” yin speaks once more.

“My ladies, your rooms are prepped and ready.” mester aaron says prompting them to follow him. 

“My lady, your grace.” melisandre and yin both curtsy before following the mester away to their rooms to settle for the day. Sansa gives you a look of slight worry before a distant roar is heard. Everyone stops and looks around before a gust of wind and snow is blown up. 

Both you and sansa hurry to the edge and look up seeing not one but two dragons. Flying over head. Huge beautiful creatures. 

“Jon must be back!” sansa exclaims looking to you. 

“I guess she really in the dragon queen.” you giggle she smiles back to you. 

—-----

You watch as all the soldiers and other enter winter fell being greeted before the dragon ‘queen’ herself enters and is helped off the horse back. Sansa reluctantly says hello as they get to know each other. You watch from above as jon looks up you. He gives you a smile and you reply back with a saddened one. 

The distant grumble of the dragons that rest outside of winterfell behind you take your attention. You admire them before taking your leave from the balcony and walking down the stairs walking up to jon and the others. 

“Daenerys. This he Her Grace queen y/n clegane of house vixen.” jon says you smile at the other women her age the same as yours. 

“Your grace.” You say curtsying to her as she does to you. 

“Its relief and pleasure to meet another queen and one of rightful status.” she speaks to you. 

You nod before answering. 

“I hope you can find comfort and warmth here its the middle of winter so i hope the cold isnt too much for you.” you speak. She smiles and shakes her head. 

“The cold is refreshing.” she says happily. 

“y/n..i have someone for you.” jon says you frown wondering why he got you a present. 

“Youve got her a present?” sansa asks a bit jealous. Jon just chuckles and shakes his head at his sister jealousy. 

“Your grace.” you say curtsying to her as she once more does the same. You notice that jon give her a quick peck on the cheek before walking leading you to your supposed gift. 

“Are you together?” you ask him a slight bit of distan on your words. 

“Yes briefly, she saved us beyond the wall and sacrificed one of her children for us.” he says. Thats right jon had sent a letter saying that she had three and there was only two in the back courtyard.

“She had three.” you say as you both walk twords the gardens. He nods. 

“The night king took one down and i'm hoping that the others stay put. She loves them, they are her children.” he says. You see others bringing in supplies for making weapons to defeat the army of the dead. 

“What is my gift youre being so ominus about it.” you say changing the subject. 

“Not what. Who.” he says you frown in confusion as you both stop walking. More people gather into the courtyard chatting and unloading supplies but one person in particular comes into view and your breath stops and your heart falters. 

You glance back at jon in disbelief. Your husband dismounts the large horse as he rides giving the reins to someone before taking a brief look around only to spot you. He stops dead in his tracks, eyes not not wavering from your face as he makes much haste twords you. 

​​“Sandor?” You speak with tears welling up in your eyes.

Its really him. He lets out a pained breath before his body meets yours, lifting you in his arms hooding you closer than ever, not wanting to leave you alone ever again, not wanting to let you go. Setting you down you share a deep kiss a much needed passion you’ve both missed. 

He’s missed the relaxation your touch brings him. All those nights dreaming of you in his arms, all those day thought of his pure hope to get back to you. The pain of his loneliness melts away as soon as it hits. Despite his rough exterior tear manage to slip past wetting his cheeks as his grip against you tightens, silently praying that you are real and this is real that he’s really back into your arms.

“I never stopped trying to get back to you.” He says his eyes searching your face he pulls off his gloves his hands taking place on either side of your face feeling the soft skin of your cheeks. 

“Brienne told me she killed you.” You says sobbing as you clutch onto him.

“That big bitch, shes here?” He scoffs you nod a smile crossing your face missing his gruffness.

“I thought you were dead?” Your voice breaks. Settling his hard gaze to soften against you.

“No.” He says pulling you closer that you already are to him as you continue to cry. 

“No..no i'm right here. I promise.” he says. you place your hand on his cheek he leans into your touch.

NEXT CHAPTER HERE

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[yvehattan]

First edition translation of Demons, or The Devils, or The Possessed found out in the wilds.

Dostoevsky be upon you.

[italian-lit-tournament]

Italian Literature Tournament Masterpost: rules and final list of partecipants!

The Story of Nastagio degli Onesti (forth episode) - Sandro Botticelli. Do you see how much they're happy after having experienced the horrors? You'll be like them from monday, yay!

👉 After almost three months from the first post, the first edition of the Italian Lit(🔥)erature Tournament is about to start Monday 21 October!

👉 The rules will be presented in this masterpost with the final list of authors under the cut.

👉 We arrived at 96 authors partecipants: actually, between the original list and the new names added with this poll (closed yesterday, October 10th at 14,45 CET), the number of names exceeded quota 100, so I had to remove some of them for time matters and to achieve a number divisible by 2, if not by 16, the exact amount which is possible to create a challenge of this type. To make this, without removing the names proposed on the google fom (I accepted all of them, considering that if they have been proposed it means that a least they can achieve one vote) and triying to keep the male/female -nothern/southern authors balance, I removed many of the philosophers/essayists names (lefting only the ones from the google form, as I have specified). It's been a painful choice but, as I already wrote, it's caused by time and organizational matters. If the next year a new edition of this challenge will succeed, I could organize different mini bracket each for century or historical era (like for example: Best Medieval Italian Lit Act, Best Renaissance, Best 20th Century, Best Playwriter, etc), so there will be more space for more authors who didn't manage to being part of this challenge.

👉 The combinations for the first round, which will start Monday 21, is already created and will be published by Monday 14th. At each round start, the combination list will be fixed as the first post with the links to the surveys, so anyone who wants to reach a specify author to vote can do it without much issues. In any case, any post regarding a partecipant will be tagged under it's name.

👉 The list with the 96 names is under the cut, organized with the surnames in alphabetical order. To create the various combinations, I chose the most basic of the software (usually I use excel, but on my pc sometimes it goes down and to manage 96 variables is hard, at least I want to make it with a simple tool). For the first three rounds, due to the great number of partecipants, the combinations will be sorted randomly each time: by the fourth round, it will be created the semi-final bracked. Always due to the large number, the final round will not have two partecipants, but three. I already thought how to organize it and make it to the final winner so don't worry, but for now it's a spoiler 🤫

Dante Alighieri

Sibilla Aleramo

Vittorio Alfieri

Cecco Angiolieri

Pietro Aretino

Ludovico Ariosto

Cletto Arrighi

Matteo Bandello

Anna Banti

Giambattista Basile

Giorgio Bassani

Pietro Bembo

Luciano Bianciardi

Matteo Maria Boiardo

Giovanni Boccaccio

Giordano Bruno

Dino Buzzati

Italo Calvino

Luigi Capuana

Andrea Camilleri

Giosuè Carducci

Carlo Cassola

Guido Cavalcanti

Carlo Collodi

Vittoria Colonna

Gabriele D'Annunzio

Giacomo da Lentini

Tullia d'Aragona

Alba de Céspedes

Cielo (Ciullo) d'Alcamo

Jacopone da Todi

Edoardo De Filippo

Federico de Roberto

Antonio Fogazzaro

Grazia Deledda

Umberto Eco

Beppe Fenoglio

Dario Fo

Ennio Flaiano

Ugo Foscolo

(Carlo) Fruttero & (Franco) Lucentini

Veronica Franco

Carlo Emilio Gadda

Natalia Ginzburg

Carlo Goldoni

Guido Gozzano

Carlo Gozzi

Francesco Guicciardini

Tommaso Landolfi

Giacomo Leopardi

Carlo Levi

Primo Levi

Niccolò Machiavelli

Alessandro Manzoni

Giovanbattista Marino

Giovanni Meli

Alda Merini

Pietro Metastasio

Eugenio Montale

Elsa Morante

Alberto Moravia

Anna Maria Ortese

Giuseppe Parini

Goffredo Parise

Giovanni Pascoli

Pier Paolo Pasolini

Cesare Pavese

Francesco Petrarca

Luigi Pirandello

Angelo Poliziano

Luigi Pulci

Salvator Quasimodo

Gianni Rodari

Lalla Romano

Amelia Rosselli

Umberto Saba

Emilio Salgari

Jacopo Sannazaro

Goliarda Sapienza

Giorgio Scerbanenco

Leonardo Sciascia

Matilde Serao

Gaspara Stampa

Mario Rigoni Stern

Italo Svevo

Antonio Tabucchi

Elena Cassandra Tarabotti

Igino Ugo Tarchetti

Torquato Tasso

Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa

Pier Vittorio Tondelli

Sebastiano Vassalli

Giovanni Verga

Renata Viganò

Elio Vittorini

Giuseppe Ungaretti

[mote-historie]

Charles-Emile Carlegle aka Charles Émile Egli, La Rivière. Costume de fantaisie (River. Fantasy costume), La Gazette du Bon ton, 1912-1913

For sale: EditionOriginale

[burningvelvet]

"There is strength and richness, as well as sweetness. The great charm of the work to me, and it will have the same to you, is that the Lord Byron I find there is our Lord Byron—the fascinating, faulty, philosophical being—daring the world, docile to a private circle, impetuous and indolent, gloomy, and yet more gay than any other. I live with him again in these pages—getting reconciled (as I used in his lifetime) to those waywardnesses which annoyed me when he was away, through the delightful tone of his conversation and manners. His own letters and journals mirror himself as he was, and are invaluable. There is something cruelly kind in this single volume. When will the next come? Impatient before, how tenfold more so am I now. Among its many other virtues, this book is accurate to a miracle. I have not stumbled on one mistake with regard either to time, place, or feeling."

— Mary Shelley on Thomas Moore's biography of Lord Byron, which she contributed to, pictured here in the first edition.

[hyacjnthus]

i’m definitely on several pjo fans’ rob lists because i somehow managed to acquire a hard cover, dust cover included, first edition lightning thief at a used bookstore