[Fotnote] Sextus, muligvis Pompeius den stores sønn, som etter mordet på Caesar henfalt til sjørøveri.
— Den guddommelige komedie: Inferno by Dante Alighieri, Erik Ringen (Page 96)
Stadig nye forsøk på å huske ka æ har lest. Grei kombo av høyt og lavt, nytt og gammelt.
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[Fotnote] Sextus, muligvis Pompeius den stores sønn, som etter mordet på Caesar henfalt til sjørøveri.
— Den guddommelige komedie: Inferno by Dante Alighieri, Erik Ringen (Page 96)
@Jostein Takk! Æ hadde Purgatoriet som lesing i lyrikkutvalget, så æ tenkte æ ville begynne på begynnelsen 🤓 Men (æ antar) den (linja du tenke på) e nok dessverre oversatt med «LA HÅPET FARE, DERE SOM GÅR INN!»
STOVA Eller: Nisseskrekk og skjeggdraging og alt som blir dobbelt så sterkt
NB! Viss det er slik at den ekte julenissen framleis brukar å kome på besøk til dykk, så kan de hoppe over dette kapittelet og heller spare det til neste jul. Helsing forfattaren
— Oskar og eg by Maria Parr (Page 135)
Den søteste vesle content warning æ har sett i hele mitt liv.
23RD DAY OF SEPTEMBER There was a hanging in Riverford today. I am being punished for impudence again, so was not allowed to go. I am near fourteen and have never yet seen a hanging. My life is barren.
— Catherine, called Birdy by Karen Cushman (Page 6)

The thirteen-year-old daughter of an English country knight keeps a journal in which she records the events of her life, …

In her spare, stark style, Annie Ernaux documents the desires and indignities of a human heart ensnared in an all-consuming …
I am still living in a time of passion (one day I will no longer be aware that I wasn’t thinking of A. when I woke up) but it has changed, it has ceased to be continuous.
— Simple Passion by Annie Ernaux, Tanya Leslie, Annie Ernaux (Page 42)
Sometimes I told myself that he might spend a whole day without even thinking about me. I imagined him getting up, drinking his coffee, talking, and laughing, as if I didn’t exist. Compared to my own obsession, such indifference stupefied me. How could this be? Even he would have been astonished to find out that I never stopped thinking about him from morning to night. There was nothing to suggest that my attitude was more justifiable than his. In a way, I was luckier than him.
— Simple Passion by Annie Ernaux, Tanya Leslie, Annie Ernaux (Page 26 - 27)
I often wondered what these afternoons of lovemaking meant to him. Probably nothing more than just that, making love. There was no point in looking for other reasons. I would only ever be certain of one thing: his desire or lack of desire. The only undeniable truth could be glimpsed by looking at his penis.
— Simple Passion by Annie Ernaux, Tanya Leslie, Annie Ernaux (Page 24)
In the same way, when I was reading, the sentences that gave me pause were those concerning the relationship between a man and a woman. They seemed to teach me something about A. and lent credibility to the things I wished to believe.
— Simple Passion by Annie Ernaux, Tanya Leslie, Annie Ernaux (Page 13)
It occured to me that writing should aim to do the same, to replicate the feeling of witnessing sexual intercourse, that feeling of anxiety and stupefaction, a suspension of moral judgment.
— Simple Passion by Annie Ernaux, Tanya Leslie, Annie Ernaux (Page 11)

In her spare, stark style, Annie Ernaux documents the desires and indignities of a human heart ensnared in an all-consuming …