“Hands” – Sherwood Anderson by boo
February 28, 2010, 9:06 pm
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“In the presence of George Willard, Wing Biddlebaum, who for twenty years had been the town mystery, lost something of his timidity, and his shadowy personality, submerged in a sea of doubts, came forth to look at the world.  With the young reporter at his side, he ventured into the light of day into Main Street or strode up and down on the rickety front porch of his own house, talking excitedly.  The voice that had been low and trembling became shrill and loud.  The bent figure straightened.  With a kind of wriggle, like a fish returned to the brook by a fisherman, Biddlebaum the silent began to talk, striving to put into words the ideas that had been accumulated by his mind during long years of silence.”

…”‘You must try to forget all you have learned,’ said the old man.  ‘You must begin to dream.  From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.'”


“Drown” Junot Díaz by boo
February 22, 2010, 9:28 pm
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a strong collection of short stories that deal with the immigrant’s experience. definitely recommended.

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Christening of the quote blog: by boo
February 13, 2010, 12:44 am
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“Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry.  It merely astonishes me.  How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.” –Zora Neale Hustron, How it Feels to Be Colored Me