15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
After a rapid succession of calamities, the dead calm that follows—depriving the soul of both hope and fear—becomes the cruelest torment.
Mary ShelleyThe Picture of Dorian Gray
He claims beauty outranks goodness—yet insists goodness beats ugliness. Which belief will govern his life?
Oscar WildeThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
A rose drifts down the river and a ruby cup waits—will you lift it before the angel offers a darker draught?
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)Shakespeare's Sonnets
You make me swear the ugly is beautiful—why does your worst outshine your best?
William ShakespeareFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
I paused to weigh his words: a being who hides in glacier caves and threatens whole communities—what did justice demand I do?
Mary ShelleyFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
She entered, saw the corpse, and cried that she had murdered her darling infant—guilt and grief ripped the household open.
Mary ShelleyMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
The ocean makes you unbearably alone; men bathing in a dead calm cling to the ship as if to a lifeline.
Herman MelvilleThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Spring vanishes with the rose—where did the nightingale's song fly, and who will find it?
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)The Picture of Dorian Gray
Moderation is fatal—sometimes 'enough' feels like a meal, while excess feels like a feast. Why does more seduce?
Oscar WildeThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
You saw the room but missed the seventeen steps—how could he insist he'd both seen and truly observed them?
Arthur Conan DoyleMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
Nothing feels stranger than the instant you cross into the hunted whale’s churned circle.
Herman MelvilleTreasure Island
Curiosity wins over fear—he creeps back and sees a blind beggar leading men along the road; whose voice betrayed them?
Robert Louis StevensonMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
God has laid but one hand on you; both his hands press upon me—am I Jonah, swallowed and sent back to preach to a wicked world?
Herman MelvilleNarrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave
I felt like an unarmed mariner rescued from pirates—only to become a hunted, lonely fugitive in a crowded city.
John ChuaShakespeare's Sonnets
I keep writing the same love—why does repetition feel like a failure of invention?
William Shakespeare