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The Art of the July Monarchy: France, 1830 to 1848
“Vernet received his commission for this project in 1838, a year in which concessions for the construction of railroads were a subject of passionate debate, and many of the deputies were carried away by visions of the glorious future this new invention would usher in, typical of which was the speech of the director of bridges and railroads in which he proclaimed that, after the invention of the printing press, railroads represented the greatest advance in the history of civilization.
In response to this enthusiasm Vernet broke traditional rules of decorum in his enormous mural, combining classical figures and traditional allegorical emblems with products of the industrial revolution. In one section of his mural composition, usually entitled
Le Génie de la Science
(The genius of Science), a nude allegorical figure is seated in the foreground, one hand on an air pump, the other on an anvil, while a modern steam locomotive is driven toward a railroad tunnel in the background (see Figure 2-2). If Vernet had been limited to one symbol to characterize the social and economic reality of the July Monarchy, it is doubtful that he could have found a better one.”
Trains
Railway
Horace Vernet
The Doll's House
“It means the world's about as solid and as reliable as a layer of scum on the top of a well of black water which goes down forever, and there are things in the depths that I don't even want to think about. It means more than that. It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.”
Neil Gaiman
The Sandman
The Dolls House
The Tyrant’s Tomb
“A few blocks farther on, we found Terminus, his World War I greatcoat peppered with shrapnel holes, his nose broken clean off his marble face. Crouching behind his pedestal was a little girl—his helper, Julia, I presumed—clutching a steak knife.
Terminus turned on us with such fury I feared he would zap us into stacks of customs declaration forms.
“Oh, it’s you,” he grumbled. “My borders have failed. I hope you’ve brought help.”
I looked at the terrified girl behind him, feral and fierce and ready to spring. I wondered who was protecting whom. “Ah…maybe?”
The old god’s face hardened a bit more, which shouldn’t have been possible for stone. “I see. Well. I’ve concentrated the last bits of my power here, around Julia. They may destroy New Rome, but they will not harm this girl!”
“Or this statue!” said Julia.”
Apollo
Terminus
New Rome
Julia
Lester Papadopoulos
The Tyrant’s Tomb
“This young woman,” said Diana, “was responsible for the destruction of the Triumvirate’s fleet.”
“Well, I had a lot of help,” Lavinia said.
“I don’t understand,” I said, turning to Lavinia. “You made all those mortars malfunction?”
Lavinia looked offended. “Well, yeah. Somebody had to stop the fleet. I did pay attention during siege-weapon class and ship-boarding class. It wasn’t that hard. All it took was a little fancy footwork.”
Hazel finally managed to pick her jaw off the pavement. “Wasn’t that hard?”
“We were motivated! The fauns and dryads did great.” She paused, her expression momentarily clouding, as if she remembered something unpleasant. “Um…besides, the Nereids helped a lot. There was only a skeleton crew aboard each yacht. Not, like, actual skeletons, but—you know what I mean. Also, look!”
She pointed proudly at her feet, which were now adorned with the shoes of Terpsichore from Caligula’s private collection.
“You mounted an amphibious assault on an enemy fleet,” I said, “for a pair of shoes.”
Lavinia huffed. “Not just for the shoes, obviously.” She tap-danced a routine that would’ve made Savion Glover proud. “Also to save the camp, and the nature spirits, and Michael Kahale’s commandos.”
Hazel held up her hands to stop the overflow of information. “Wait. Not to be a killjoy—I mean, you did an amazing thing!—but you still deserted your post, Lavinia. I certainly didn’t give you permission —”
“I was acting on praetor’s orders,” Lavinia said haughtily. “In fact, Reyna helped. She was knocked out for a while, healing, but she woke up in time to instill us with the power of Bellona, right before we boarded those ships. Made us all strong and stealthy and stuff.”
Hazel asked, “Is it true about Lavinia acting on your orders?”
Reyna glanced at our pink-haired friend. The praetor’s pained expression said something like, I respect you a lot, but I also hate you for being right.
“Yes,” Reyna managed to say. “Plan L was my idea. Lavinia and her friends acted on my orders. They performed heroically.”
Lavinia beamed. “See? I told you.”
The assembled crowd murmured in amazement, as if, after a day full of wonders, they had finally witnessed something that could not be explained.”
Apollo
Hazel Levesque
Caligula
Diana
Reyna Avila Ramírez Arellano
Lester Papadopoulos
Lavinia Asimov
Terpischore
The Tyrant’s Tomb
“I keeled over sideways.
The world turned fluffy, bleached of all color. Nothing hurt anymore.
I was dimly aware of Diana’s face hovering over me, Meg and Hazel peering over the goddess’s shoulders.
“He’s almost gone,” Diana said.
Then I was gone. My mind slipped into a pool of cold, slimy darkness.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” My sister’s voice woke me rudely.
I’d been so comfortable, so nonexistent.
Life surged back into me—cold, sharp, and unfairly painful. Diana’s face came into focus. She looked annoyed, which seemed on-brand for her.
As for me, I felt surprisingly good. The pain in my gut was gone. My muscles didn’t burn. I could breathe without difficulty. I must have slept for decades.
“H-how long was I out?” I croaked.
“Roughly three seconds,” she said. “Now, get up, drama queen.”
She helped me to my feet. I felt a bit unsteady, but I was delighted to find that my legs had any strength at all. My skin was no longer gray. The lines of infection were gone. The Arrow of Dodona was still in my hand, though he had gone silent, perhaps in awe of the goddess’s presence. Or perhaps he was still trying to get the taste of “Sweet Caroline” out of his imaginary mouth.
I beamed at my sister. It was so good to see her disapproving I-can’t-believe-you’re-my-brother frown again. “I love you,” I said, my voice hoarse with emotion.
She blinked, clearly unsure what to do with this information. “You really have changed.”
“I missed you!”
“Y-yes, well. I’m here now. Even Dad couldn’t argue with a Sibylline invocation from Temple Hill.”
“It worked, then!” I grinned at Hazel and Meg. “It worked!”
“Yeah,” Meg said wearily. “Hi, Artemis.”
“Diana,” my sister corrected. “But hello, Meg.” For her, my sister had a smile. “You’ve done well, young warrior.”
Meg blushed. She kicked at the scattered zombie dust on the floor and shrugged. “Eh.”
I checked my stomach, which was easy, since my shirt was in tatters. The bandages had vanished, along with the festering wound. Only a thin white scar remained. “So…I’m healed?” My flab told me she hadn’t restored me to my godly self. Nah, that would have been too much to expect.
Diana raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not the goddess of healing, but I’m still a goddess. I think I can take care of my little brother’s boo-boos.”
“Little brother?”
She smirked.”
Siblings
Apollo
Hazel Levesque
Diana
Meg Mccaffrey
Lester Papadopoulos
Boo Boo
The Arrow Of Dodona
“Peace reigned in Europe, but this was because domination over hundreds of millions of people in the colonies by the European nations was sustained only through constant, incessant, interminable wars, which we Europeans do not regard as wars at all, since all too often they resembled, not wars, but brutal massacres, the wholesale slaughter of unarmed peoples.”
War
Europe
Imperialism
Monopoly Capitalism
Global South
Blessed John Henry Newman Collection
“And, I rejoice to say, to one great mischief I have from the first opposed myself. For thirty, forty, fifty years I have resisted to the best of my powers the spirit of liberalism in religion. Never did Holy Church need champions against it more sorely than now, when, alas! it is an error overspreading, as a snare, the whole earth; and on this great occasion, when it is natural for one who is in my place to look out upon the world, and upon Holy Church as in it, and upon her future, it will not, I hope, be considered out of place, if I renew the protest against it which I have made so often.”
Liberalism
Biglietto Speech
Modernism In The Church
Sokrates'in Savunması
“Ölümün insanoğlunun başına gelen iyiliklerin en iyisi olup olmadığını kimse bilmiyor, ama güya başa gelebilecek en büyük kötülük olduğunu sandıklarından ondan korkuyorlar. . . . Bu yüzden, kötü olduklarını bildiğim kötülükler arasından, ne olduklarını tam bilemediğim için iyi olma potansiyeli taşıyanlarından hiçbir zaman korkmayacak ve onlardan kaçmayacağım.”
Classics
Turkish Translation
Sokrates'in Savunması
“Bedenimiz var olduğu ve ruhumuz onun gibi bir kötülükle yoğrulmuş halde bulunduğu sürece, hiçbir şekilde arzuladığımız, gerçek adını verdiğimiz şeye bizi tatmin edecek kadar sahip olamayacağız. . . . Savaşlar, isyanlar ve çatışmalar bedenle onun istekleri yüzünden çıkmıyor mu?
Göründüğü kadarıyla, arzuladığımız ve aşığı olduğumuzu iddia ettiğimiz sağduyuya, yaşadığımız süre içinde değil, ancak öldükten sonra kavuşabiliriz. . . . Çünkü ruh sadece o zaman bedenden ayrılma imkanını bulabilir, daha önce değil.
Bedenin basiretsizliğinden kurtulup arındığımızda, arınmış varlıklarla birlikte olacağız ve kendi imkanlarımızla arınmış bilgiye ulaşacağız.”
Classics
Turkish Translation
Chickenlandia Mystery
“My son, Eddie, an artist, a rock musician, and a song writer, was so darned sensitive that life bounced his heart around like it was a dime-store basketball.”
Humor
Southern Literature
Women Detectives
The Arrangement
“Without Al, Mary Frances discovered what she did alone. She liked to cook for herself, to assemble a meal of things he would never consider worth a mealtime- shad roe and toast, soft-set eggs, hearts of celery and palm with a quick yellow mayonnaise, a glass of wine, an open book in her lap, and the radio on. The elements that mattered most were the simple ones: butter, salt, a thick plate of white china and a delicate glass, the music faint, the feel of paper in her hand, and the knowledge that there was more, always more book to read, more wine if she liked it, some cold fruit in the refrigerator when she was hungry again, and the hours upon hours to satisfy herself.”
Cooking
Alone Time
Mfk Fisher
The Arrangement
“The market smelled of hay and roasted nuts; she bought a newspaper cone of almonds from a woman stirring them over an open fire. She bought thick sandy leeks, a rope of garlic and a pound of tomatoes; she bought a long
batard
of sourdough bread, a dozen bluish speckled eggs, a jar of cream, because now she had a refrigerator and could keep such things for more than an hour or two. She lifted the paper lid of the cream and tasted it, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand; she remembered the pillowy clouds of Gruyère grated onto her piece of waxed paper at Les Halles, the cheese maker young and handsome and milk-fed himself; he tried to teach her the French for being in love with him:
mon cocotte, mon chouchou, ma petit lapin, Madame, s'il vous plaît
.
She walked the stalls, and on the edge of the market, a fishmonger laid out his catch on two blocks of ice: strange curled squids and spider crabs, silvery piles of sardines, their eyes still sparkling, thick slabs of some white-meated fish, its head as big as a dinner plate.”
French
Seafood
French Food
Farmers Market
Mfk Fisher
Dead Toad Scrolls
“The mythic resonance gleaned from stories exploring the infinite permutations of the human condition saturates the universal stream of consciousness, creating an interlinked constellation of our imbued voices trilling the full range of human feeling and experience.”
Story
Memoir
Storytelling
Writers On Writing
Story Teller
Memoir Writing
Essayist
Writing Memoir
Writers On Writing Books
The Sharp Edge of Love: Extreme Sex! Mythic Romance! Primal Intensity!
“My mission now is to shed every shame, guilt, judgment or embarrassment about my or anyone's sexuality . . . I did my trial by fire, and came out the other side tattered, but clear in my identity.”
Bdsm
Kinky Sex
“I've realized that sometimes being alone truly is better than being around people, especially if they're the wrong people. Sometimes you just need time to yourself and it doesn't make you weird or wrong. It's a sign you really like spending time with you, which is health as shit, so good job.”
Healing
Self Love
Toaste
Permanent Record
“Once you go digging into the actual technical mechanisms by which predictability is calculated, you come to understand that its science is, in fact, anti-scientific, and fatally misnamed: predictability is actually manipulation. A website that tells you that because you liked this book you might also like books by James Clapper or Michael Hayden isn’t offering an educated guess as much as a mechanism of subtle coercion.”
Manipulation
Advertising
Adtech
Advertising Technology
Programmatic
Recommendation Engines
Y un día Nico se fue
“La terapia vendría después, cuando él intentara saber por qué me había dejado y yo intentase superar la angustia de haber sido abandonado; cuando viniesen todas las preguntas que no nos hicimos en ese momento y los comentarios sesudos, y el intento de racionalizar cada cosa que nos pasó. Y la comprobación asombrosa de que uno es un verdadero ignorante sobre su propia vida y que entonces, cómo pretender entender mínimamente a alguien que no es uno por más cerca que esté. Que vos sos vos, él es él y no hay manera de que él seas vos o viceversa. De que eso de "sos mi vida" es una mentira tan grande como un globo que se infla más allá de lo posible. Y explota. En tu cara.”
Desamor
Terapia
“Discharging cargo in the ports along the coast of South Africa went faster than loading it, but from Durban up to Dar es Salaam, hoping to save a little time not to mention port costs, we frequently did both at the same time, in these quaint little harbors along the coast,
By now some of these ports had become old hat to me and so I volunteered to stay aboard. This way I could make some overtime pay by covering for some of the other mates, who wanted to go ashore.
When we finally got to Dar es Salaam and I was informed that we would be there for a few days, I took advantage of the situation and finally went ashore. One of my favorite places in this British owned, colonial town was the “New Africa Hotel.“ It had an open air courtyard in the middle of the building, with wild monkeys swinging through the trees making loud blood curdling noises. Although the rooms were not air-conditioned, they were open to a constant breeze coming in off the Indian Ocean.
In the 1950’s, all of the beds had mosquito netting to keep the pesky winged vampires out and to prevent getting malaria; which most of us got anyway.”
Africa
Mma Captain Hank Bracker
Sea Stories
Sexy Humor
Dar Es Salaam
Mosquitoes
The Island of Second Sight
“There exist, he says, natural, vulgar, and pathological variants of this impulse, in addition to a higher form which is the only genuinely humane type. Its vulgar manifestation lacks all moral value, and can occur even among mindless animals. The less educated one is, the less familiar one is with the qualities of other places in the world: all the stronger is the attraction to the patch of land where one first saw the light of day. In this respect, Greenlanders and Laplanders, Samoyeds and Hottentots must be listed together with the cowherd on his Swiss Alpine meadow.”
Ignorance
Xenophobia
Narrowmindedness
Poor George
“Behind their cardboard menus their glances raced from entree to price. The waitress stood next to their table; her red arms bulged at the sleeve endings of her uniform, as though she were slowly growing out of it. The plastic mats, the hurricane lamp, the soiled pretentious menu, the waitress with her expression of patience in a hurry, and the humble clotted ketchup dispenser were the elements of a set piece to which they returned again and again. How could he have told her of their thousand evenings of the same entertainments without reference to these tangible manifestations of tedium and habit?”
Boredom
Married
Middle Class Angst
“Stop taking long drives and long motorcycle rides every now and then, just to have fun - you may think, you are not doing anything wrong, but in reality, the green-house gas emitted from your craving for fun is costing our planet its climatic health, which in turn will cost our children their health. So, if you are a being of conscience and character, avoid unnecessary use of cars and motorcycles, and ride a bike instead, it'll not only keep you from harming our climate and our children, but also, it'll keep you fit and healthy.”
Healthy Habits
Healthy Living
Pollution
Climate Change
Global Warming
Brainy Quotes
Climate Action
Climate Change Quotes
Global Warming Quotes
“the goddess knew that her daughter
had been taken, and tore her hair into utter disorder,
and repeatedly struck her breasts with the palms of both hands.
With her daughter’s location a mystery still, she reproaches
the whole earth as ungrateful, unworthy her gift of grain crops,
and Sicily more than the others, where she has discovered
the proof of her loss; and so it was here that her fierce hand
shattered the earth-turning plows, here that the farmers and cattle
perished alike, and here that she bade the plowed fields
default on their trust by blighting the seeds in their keeping.
Sicilian fertility, which had been everywhere famous,
was given the lie when the crops died as they sprouted,
now ruined by too much heat, and now by too heavy a rainfall;
stars and winds harmed them, and the greedy birds devoured
the seed as it was sown; the harvest of wheat was defeated
by thorns and darnels and unappeasable grasses.”
Grief
Curse
Famine
Infertility
Ceres
Crop Failure
“Hiç kimse sonlu ufuklarla sonsuz bilgelik elde edemez!”
Mehmet Murat Ildan Özlü Sözleri
Bilgelik
Sonlu
Sonsuz
Dersim... Dersim...
“Asker kasaturayı defalarca Yusuf’un göğsüne, karnına vurup çıkarıyordu. (…) Yusuf sesini çıkarmıyordu. Sadece akrabalarından, Keko’dan su istedi. Keko cesaret edemedi. Hiçbirimiz cesaret edemedik, kimse Yusuf’a su veremedi ve Yusuf son kez konuştu: “Ah Keko, bunların yaptığı değil, sizin bu haliniz bana daha çok acı veriyor.” Yusuf’tan duyduğumuz son sözler bunlardı. Yusuf ölmüştü. Ölüsünü alıp gömmemiz lazımdı; lakin cesaret edemiyorduk. Ertesi sabah cesedin iplerini çözdüler. Kaskatı kesilmişti. Ayakta duruyor gibiydi. Taşıyıp uçurumdan aşağı attılar.”
Dersim
“Gülizar Ana: Utuz sekiz zulum vi, adır vi, be bex ti ye viye ekser ama ma qırkerdime vesnayme est me. Awaqe ma diya kes mevino. (38 zulümdü, ateşti, namertlikti, bizi kırdılar, yaktılar, astılar, sürdüler gittiler. Bizim gördüğümüzü hiç kimse görmesin.)”
Dersim
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