Books and Imagination

I am glad you like adverbs — I adore them; they are the only qualifications I really much respect and I agree... in thinking that the sense for them is the literary sense.
- Henry James

austenmeadow:

“She had only time, however, to move closer to the table where he had been writing, when footsteps were hear returning; the door opened; it was himself. He begged their pardon, but he had forgotten his gloves, and instantly crossing the room to the writing table, an standing with his back towards Mrs Musgrove, he drew out a letter from under the scattered paper, placed it before Anne with eyes glowing entreaty fixed on her for a moment, and hastily collecting his gloves, was again out of the room, almost before Mrs Musgrove was aware of his being in it - the work of an instant!”

(Persuasion - Chapter XI)

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myimaginarybrooklyn:

Paris. Bookstall 1920’s and Shakespeare & Co.

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how-novelistic:

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poboh:

A Love Story, 1903, Emanuel Phillips Fox. Australian (1865 - 1915)

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If it had been easy for Romeo to get to Juliet, nobody would have cared. Same goes for Cyrano and Don Quixote and Gatsby and their respective paramours. What captures the imagination is watching men throw themselves at a brick wall over and over again, and wondering if this is the time that they won’t be able to get back up.

Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts (via libraryland)

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booksandnerds:

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Can’t wait to read this book!

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This seems like Heaven…

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