Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.  He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.  The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.  His many legs, pitifully thin ...

 
continue... 14 November 2010 // Literature
 
The language of Madness

The language of Madness

...We exist within the context of a language that is our own invention but which controls us in so far as we have lost sight ...

 
continue... 04 November 2010 // Literature
 
The Anatomy of Reading

The Anatomy of Reading

'We were never born to read. Human beings invented reading only a few thousand years ago. And with this invention, we rearranged the very organization ...

 
continue... 01 November 2010 // Books, Literature
 

the one song

"And, of course, that is what all of this is - all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth ...

 
continue... 31 October 2010 // Literature
 
Inside the Magical Theatre of Immortality

Inside the Magical Theatre of Immortality

He went on two legs, wore clothes and was a human being, but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the Steppes. He had ...

 
continue... 27 October 2010 // Literature
 
Tales of Mystery and Imagination

Tales of Mystery and Imagination

Tales of Mystery and Imagination, a book of short stories, written by Edgar Allan Poe.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was orphaned early in life. He ...

 
continue... 26 October 2010 // Art, Literature
 
The hunt of the sperm whale

The hunt of the sperm whale

I, Ishmael, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; my oath had been welded with theirs; and stronger I ...

 
continue... 24 October 2010 // Art, Literature
 
chapter 37

chapter 37

The ship sank. It made a sound like a monstrous metallic burp. Things bubbled at the surface and then vanished. Everything was screaming: the sea, ...

 
continue... 22 October 2010 // Art, Literature
 
 
 
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