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“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
– Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights, 1847)
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Mr. Collins proposing to Elizabeth Bennet
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“Besides, readers aren’t viewers; they recognize their pleasure as different from that of being entertained. Once you’ve pressed the on button, the TV goes on, and on, and on, and all you have to do is sit and stare. But reading is active, an act of attention, of absorbed alertness—not all that different from hunting, in fact, or from gathering. In its silence, a book is a challenge: it can’t lull you with surging music or deafen you with screeching laugh tracks or fire gunshots in your living room; you have to listen to it in your head. A book won’t move your eyes for you the way images on a screen do. It won’t move your mind unless you give it your mind, or your heart unless you put your heart in it. It won’t do the work for you. To read a story well is to follow it, to act it, to feel it, to become it—everything short of writing it, in fact. Reading is not “interactive” with a set of rules or options, as games are; reading is actual collaboration with the writer’s mind. No wonder not everybody is up to it.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, “Staying Awake”
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Mist descends on Drombeg stone circle, Co Cork, Ireland
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"Kill them with kindness" WRONG. drop the opera house chandelier on them.
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