“You've been so long in the rain, you feel like a dirty dish rag. But despite the misery of your water soaked body, you look around to see verdant leaves dripping with water. The air entering your lungs smells vibrantly clean. To experience adventure, you must be willing to be uncomfortable at times and enjoy the loneliness by being happy with your own singing. A song pops out of your mouth... "It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was fine..."” FeelsLooksLongBodyNightSongLeftEnjoyWaterAirLonelinessWillingAdventureFineSingingMouthsRainMiseryCleanPopsSmellWeatherDespiteDirtyUncomfortableDishesEnteringLungsAll NightRagsDrippingDirty Dishes Author:Frosty Wooldridge
“I have always considered The Merry Wives one of the worst plays, if not altogether the worst, that Shakespeare has left us. The wit for the most part is dreary or foolish; the tone is coarse and farcical; and the characters want the fine distinctive touches he so well knew how to give. If some luckless wight had written such a comedy in our time, I should like to see what the critics would say to it?” IfsWantGivingShouldWellsPlayCharacterLeftComedyWifeWrittenWorstFineCriticsFoolishWitToneOur TimeMerryDistinctiveDrearyCoarse Book:Dramatic Essays Source: Dramatic Essays
“All of the evidence highlights the implicit bargain that is offered to citizens: pose no challenge and you have nothing to worry about. Mind your own business, and support or at least tolerate what we do, and you'll be fine. Put differently, you must refrain from provoking the authority that wields surveillance powers if you wish to be deemed free of wrongdoing. This is a deal that invites passivity, obedience, and conformity. The safest course, the way to ensure being “left alone,” is to remain quiet, unthreatening, and compliant.” IfsWayMindCoursesLeftWishChallengesDealsWorrySupportFineCitizensQuietAuthorityEvidenceObedienceConformityInvitesTolerateProvokingSurveillanceBargainsRefrainOwn BusinessLeft AloneHighlightsPassivityImplicitWrongdoingMind Your Own BusinessMind Your Own Author:Glenn Greenwald
“There is plenty of room left for exact experiment in art, and the gate has been opened for some time. What had been accomplished in music by the end of the eighteenth century has only begun in the fine arts. Mathematics and physics have given us a clue in the form of rules to be strictly observed or departed from, as the case may be. Here salutary discipline is come to grips first of all with the function of forms, and not with form as the final result … in this way we learn how to look beyond the surface and get to the root of things.” WayFirstsLooksMayHas BeensArtEndsFormLeftGivenRoomsResultsMusicCasesLearningCenturyFineDisciplineRootsFunctionMathematicsFinalsSurfacePhysicsExperimentsPlentyAccomplishedGatesClueFine ArtsDeparted Author:Paul Klee
“She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to water. The only difficulty was that after finishing the last sentence she was left with a feeling at once hollow and uncomfortably full. Exactly like indigestion.” GivingBookFeelingsLastsReadingLeftWaterWrittenFineDifficultySentencesDancerHollowFinishingBook ReadingWritten WordSwimmerIndigestion Book:Tales of the wide Caribbean Source: Tales of the wide Caribbean
“But for me, dinner at a fine restaurant was the ultimate luxury. It was the very height of civilization. For what was civilization but the intellect's ascendancy out of the doldrums of necessity (shelter, sustenance and survival) into the ether of the finely superfluous (poetry, handbags and haute cuisine)? So removed from daily life was the whole experience that when all was rotten to the core, a fine dinner could revive the spirits. If and when I had twenty dollars left to my name, I was going to invest it right here in an elegant hour that couldn't be hocked.” IfsWholeSpiritNamesLeftHoursFineCivilizationSurvivalUltimateTwentiesDollarsDinnerIntellectCoreLuxuryHeightRestaurantsDaily LifeShelterElegantRottenSuperfluousCuisineReviveSustenanceIfs AndHandbagsAscendancyDoldrums Author:Amor Towles