15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.A Room with a View
There is only one perfect view, he says—the sky overhead; every earthly view a bungled copy.
E. M. ForsterA Room with a View
There is a scene: the hero and heroine make love on a hillside, Florence pale in the distance.
E. M. ForsterA Room with a View
I was going to say No—then I realised I minded, and answered Yes.
E. M. ForsterA Room with a View
A glorious Sunday—beeches and oaks gilded, black pines like battalions—so what disaster could begin beneath such peace?
E. M. ForsterA Room with a View
She admitted she'd done wrong—so why tell a friend if not to be forgiven or to hide something worse?
E. M. ForsterA Room with a View
The curtains flew aside and light found Lucy on a terrace, as if she sat on a green magic carpet—what is she lifted above or toward?
E. M. ForsterA Room with a View
A crowd rose and hid him; the palace seemed to tilt and fall—what could make her world go dim in a single instant?
E. M. ForsterNarrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave
He forbade her night outings and warned he must never catch her with Ned—what he feared in her beauty isn't spoken aloud.
John ChuaNarrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave
He stood commanding and eloquent—yet the law treated that gifted man as mere property.
John ChuaNarrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave
A white face beamed with kindly emotion; the sight sent a sudden rapture through me and brightened my path.
John ChuaNarrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave
I never knew my own age; slaves were kept ignorant of birthdays as if to erase their lives.
John ChuaNarrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave
Slaves sang most when they were most unhappy; their songs were the sorrows of the heart, not proofs of contentment.
John ChuaNarrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave
Religion in the South became a cover for the most horrid crimes, a sanctifying cloak for cruelty and fraud.
John ChuaMeditations
Your ordinary thoughts dye your soul—what color are you soaking your mind in every day?
Marcus AureliusThe Divine Comedy
Birds nest in carved sleeves while dragons leer from gargoyles—what anguish carved such flowering stone?
Dante Alighieri