15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.Shakespeare's Sonnets
Weariness weighs every step when the person you love is the destination—why does longing make the miles so cruel?
William ShakespeareThe Divine Comedy
May a new, open judgment fall on your blood so successors will tremble—what crime must be punished so publicly?
Dante AlighieriMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
Ahab vows to follow Moby Dick 'forehead to forehead'—even down the ocean’s 'endless stairs'; will obsession give him sight where none exists?
Herman MelvilleFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
Motion made the ugliness unbearable—how could a face, once lifeless, become more hideous when given movement?
Mary ShelleyJane Eyre
Love gushes up like a fountain and swamps the careful field I've sown—will this flood nourish my plans or drown them?
Charlotte BrontëMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
A slack line becomes a noose—Pip is yanked overboard, the rope tightening as the whale runs.
Herman MelvilleLeaves of Grass
A cannon's crack slices a funeral hymn—battle has barged between priest and pew.
Walt WhitmanLeaves of Grass
Love is gravity—the ache inside one body that pulls all others toward it.
Walt WhitmanWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
I bathe my intellect in the Bhagavat Gita and then draw water at my well—how far can a single act of reading reach?
Thoreau, Henry DavidThe Republic
Strip away appetite, and the same soul would see truth as plainly as the eye sees near things now.
PlatoThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Holmes held up the blue carbuncle, cold and brilliant like a star—why did Ryder's face harden between claim and denial?
Arthur Conan DoyleWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
The pond's greatest depth lay where its longest and widest lines crossed—could that small rule point to the ocean's depths?
Thoreau, Henry DavidThe Picture of Dorian Gray
Philosophy slipped her wine-stained robe and danced like a Bacchante until sense fled before pleasure.
Oscar WildeThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
He stepped into the cab—and vanished; witnesses swore he'd been inside. Where could a man disappear to from a hansom?
Arthur Conan DoyleThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
standalone_clarity The Ku Klux Klan sent oak sprigs, melon seeds, orange pips—why would a token force a man to flee or invite a death he couldn't escape?
Arthur Conan Doyle