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madewell:

by Fiorella Valdesolo (Brooklyn)

Photo credit: Charlotte Zoller

We’ve been pretty smitten with Denver-based trio Tennis since first hearing the track “Marathon,” a little finger-snapping wonder with a sunny, girl-group vibe off their debut album, Cape Dory. Their just-released second…

bookmania:

“Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.” ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Russian Literature

bookmania:

“Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.” ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Russian Literature

[At length a light shone through the windows, and a moment later a man-servant came out on the balcony, drew up the awnings, and closed the shutters.] At that, as if it had been the signal he waited for, Newland Archer got up slowly and walked back alone to his hotel.
Edith Wharton, from The Age of Innocence (thanks, easytochronicle)