15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.The Odyssey
He cannot resist naming himself the blinder of the Cyclops—will that boast be triumph or fatal error?
HomerNarrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave
They stripped Aunt Hester to the waist, tied her by a hook, and beat her until blood fell.
John ChuaThe Odyssey
Scylla plucks men like fish from the rocks—what choice keeps a ship when doom waits on both sides?
HomerNarrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave
The horn sounded for breakfast—and I watched four whites ride up with two bound men.
John ChuaThe Odyssey
He chose a rugged island over two goddesses—because nothing is dearer than home and parents.
HomerThe Odyssey
Not a god but your father—his revealed identity turns their reverence into a private reckoning.
HomerLeaves of Grass
I feared my love would be wasted; I loved ardently and received no return—what, then, was the true payment?
Walt WhitmanLeaves of Grass
Where citizens are the head and rulers act only as paid agents—what would a city run by its people actually look like?
Walt WhitmanFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
Give me a companion as hideous as myself, he pleads—will mercy produce peace or double the danger?
Mary ShelleyThe Republic
We will garland the clever imitator and send him away—why praise the poet you refuse to keep?
PlatoMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
What if hunger, not God, first invented the idea of hell?
Herman MelvilleThe Count of Monte Cristo
He says a deadly weight crushes him and calls down an avenging God—when faith replaces proof, what becomes of reason?
Alexandre Dumas (père); Auguste MaquetMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
Nothing wounds like seeing a brave man's inner dignity stripped bare.
Herman MelvilleFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
I confessed a lie to save my soul, and now the lie is heavier than all my sins — how will I ever forgive myself?
Mary ShelleyThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Before we sink into dust, spend what we yet may—what will you squander when everything ends?
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)