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
He dives into the river to save a laughing girl—then a gunshot drops him as the supposed rescuer flees.
Mary ShelleyPride and Prejudice
She realizes she could have loved him—only now, when love must be impossible; why does clarity arrive too late?
Jane AustenFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
They are dead and I live—by earth and night he swears to pursue the dæmon until one of them perishes.
Mary ShelleyFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
A fiendish laugh rings off the mountains, then a whisper close to his ear: 'I am satisfied'—who mocks him from the dark?
Mary ShelleyThe Odyssey
They begged him not to make another sound—one more noise and the giant would pulverize their ships; who would risk that single word?
HomerPride and Prejudice
If Mr. Darcy is free to choose, why shouldn't she accept him—who, in the end, has the right to veto a marriage?
Jane AustenThe Count of Monte Cristo
Where did you hide the poison that killed my family?
Alexandre Dumas (père); Auguste MaquetThe Odyssey
He strings the great bow and it sings like a swallow; a single note makes the suitors go pale—what power hides in that motion?
HomerPride and Prejudice
He endured humiliation and mortification for someone he despised—and she feels ashamed, grateful, and unexpectedly proud; how do those feelings cohere?
Jane AustenThe Republic
Returning from lofty sight, a man stumbles in ordinary courts—do we scorn his folly or pity the mismatch of worlds?
PlatoThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Skin sloughed away under the sponge to reveal a different man—what identity had been living beneath that disguise?
Arthur Conan DoyleThe Prophet
Work is love made visible—if you do it without love, will you stay or let joy be the measure?
Kahlil GibranEssays — First Series
Meet a man whose life is a robe painted with history—what chapters of the world would you see on your own sleeve?
Ralph Waldo EmersonCrime and Punishment
A sudden revulsion left him unable to speak to anyone—what split him so utterly from those around him?
Dostoyevsky, FyodorThe Prophet
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked—the same well that fed your laughter once held your tears.
Kahlil Gibran