Here’s part two, just for you and you and you. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
“My mission in life is to make everybody as uneasy as possible. I think we should all be as uneasy as possible, because that’s what the world is like.”-Edward Gorey
James Joyce was born on 2 February 1882. Although he was born too early to grace the pages of GQ…
…he went on to have quite the literary career. You may have heard of him?
QUOTE: “A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.”
SOME WORKS: Chamber Music; Dubliners; A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man; Ulysses; Finnegan’s Wake.
Anton Chekhov was born on 29 January 1860. In addition to being quite the looker…
…he ranks as one of my favourite writers.
QUOTE: “There is nothing new in art except talent.”
SOME WORKS: The Bear; The Seagull; Uncle Vanya; Three Sisters; The Cherry Orchard; The Death of a Government Clerk; The Huntsman; At the Mill; Easter Eve; Grisha; The Bet; The Darling; The Bishop.
Happy Burns Day! Good old Rabbie Burns, Scotland’s darling, was born on 25 January 1759. As I am certain you know by now, The Chef and I are throwing our annual Burns Supper tonight. Yay, the revelry is almost upon us! I have last-minute party preparations to handle but you, lucky ones, can sit back with a cuppa whilst reading this special edition of Shopping for the Bookworm. Enjoy! Continue reading
“For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say “I’m going to sleep.” And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which, I imagined, was still in my hands, and to blow out the light; I had been thinking all the time, while I was asleep, of what I had just been reading, but my thoughts had run into a channel of their own, until I myself seemed actually to have become the subject of my book: a church, a quartet, the rivalry between Francois I and Charles V.”-Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.”-Marcel Proust
“…presently my aunt would dip a little madeleine in the boiling infusion, whose taste of dead leaves or faded blossom she so relished, and hand me a piece when it was sufficiently soft.”-Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way Continue reading