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“The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head, there is the illusion of aliveness.\u201d<\/p>\n
-Tim O’Brien, “The Things They Carried” Conner Worthington<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n “A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!”<\/span><\/p>\n -Charles Dickens,\u00a0A Tale of Two Cities<\/em> (Natalie Zachariou)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Have you ever thought, not only about the airplane but whatever man builds, that all of man’s industrial efforts, all his computations and calculations, all the nights spent over working draughts and blueprints, invariably culminate in the production of a thing whose sole and hiding principle is the ultimate principle of simplicity?”<\/p>\n -Antoine de Saint-Exup\u00e9ry,\u00a0Wind,Sand and Stars\u00a0<\/i>(Victoria Walz)<\/p>\n “It was echoed from Sal\u00e8ve, the Juras, and\u00a0the Alps of Savoy; vivid flashes of lightning dazzled my eyes,\u00a0illuminating the lake, making it appear like a vast sheet of fire; then for an instant every thing seemed of a pitchy darkness, until the eye recovered itself from the preceding flash.”<\/p>\n -Mary Shelley,\u00a0Frankenstein\u00a0<\/em>(Julia Wiley)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n “As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.”<\/p>\n “Als Gregor Samsa eines Morgens aus unruhigen Tr\u00e4umen erwachte, fand er sich in seinem Bett zu einem ungeheueren Ungeziefer verwandelt.”<\/p>\n -Franz Kafka,\u00a0The Metamorphosis\u00a0<\/em>(Antonia Thomson)<\/p>\n “For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ’s birth, there is no Bethlehem star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring, or revivifying summer.” “A State also of Equality, wherein all the Power and Jurisdiction is reciprocal, no one having more than another: there being nothing more evident, than that Creatures of the same species and rank promiscuously born to all the same advantages of Nature, and the use of the same faculties, should also be equal one amongst another without Subordination or Subjection, unless the Lord and Master of them all, should by any manifest Declaration of his Will set one above another, and confer on him by an evident and clear appointment an undoubted Right to Dominion and Sovereignty.”<\/p>\n -John Locke, Popular Basis of Political Authority \u00a0(Emily Valian)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n “As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. Then gradually time awakened again and moved sluggishly on.” “Whereas, most Christian and very noble and very excellent and very powerful princes, king and queen of the Spains and the islands of the sea, our Lords: this present year of 1492, after your highness had brought to an end the war with the Moors who ruled in Europe and had concluded the war with the Moors who ruled in Europe and had concluded the war in the very great city of Granada, where this present year on the second day of the month of January I saw the royal standards of Your Highness placed by force of arms on the towers of the Alhambra, which is the fortress of the said city; and I saw the Moorish king come out to the gates of the city and kiss the royal hands of your highness and of the prince my lord; and later in that same month, because of the report that I had given to your highness about the lands of India and about a prince who is called \u201cGrand Khan,\u201d which means in our Spanish language \u201cKing of Kings\u201d; how, many times, and his predecessors had sent to Rome to ask for men learned in our Holy faith in order that they might instruct him in it and how the Holy Father had never provided them; and thus so many people were lost, falling into idolatry and accepting false and harmful religions; and Your Highness, as Catholic Christians and Princes, lovers and promoters of the Holy Christian Faith, and enemies of the false doctrine of Mahomet and of all idolatries and heresies, you thought of sending me, Christ\u00f3bal Col\u00f3n, to the said regions of India to see the said princes and the peoples and the lands, and the characteristics of the lands and of everything, and to see how their conversion to our Holy Faith might be undertaken.”<\/span><\/p>\n “Porque, cristian\u00edsimos y muy altos y muy excelentes y muy poderosos Pr\u00edncipes, Rey y Reina de las Espa\u00f1as y de las islas de la mar, Nuestros Se\u00f1ores, este presente a\u00f1o de 1492, despu\u00e9s de Vuestras Altezas haber dado fin a la guerra de los moros que reinaban en Europa y haber acabado la guerra en la muy grande ciudad de Granada, adonde este presente a\u00f1o a dos d\u00edas del mes de enero por fuerza de armas vi poner las banderas reales de Vuestras Altezas en las torres de la Alhambra, que es la fortaleza de la dicha ciudad y vi salir al rey moro a las puertas de la ciudad y besar las reales manos de Vuestras Altezas y del Pr\u00edncipe mi Se\u00f1or, y luego en aquel presente mes, por la informaci\u00f3n que yo hab\u00eda dado a Vuestras Altezas de las tierras de India y de un Pr\u00edncipe llamado Gran Can (que quiere decir en nuestro romance Rey de los Reyes), como muchas veces \u00e9l y sus antecesores hab\u00edan enviado a Roma a pedir doctores en nuestra santa fe porque le ense\u00f1asen en ella, y que nunca el Santo Padre le hab\u00eda prove\u00eddo y se perd\u00edan tantos pueblos creyendo en idolatr\u00edas o recibiendo en s\u00ed sectas de perdici\u00f3n, Vuestras Altezas, como cat\u00f3licos cristianos y Pr\u00edncipes amadores de la santa fe cristiana y acrecentadores de ella, y enemigos de la secta de Mahoma y de todas idolatr\u00edas y herej\u00edas, pensaron de enviarme a m\u00ed, Crist\u00f3bal Col\u00f3n, a las dichas partidas de India para ver a los dichos pr\u00edncipes, y los pueblos y tierras y la disposici\u00f3n de ellas y de todo, y la manera que se pudiera tener para la conversi\u00f3n de ellas a nuestra santa fe; y ordenaron que yo no fuese por tierra al Oriente, por donde se acostumbra de andar, salvo por el camino de Occidente, por donde hasta hoy no sabemos por cierta fe que haya pasado nadie.”<\/p>\n – Crist\u00f3bal Col\u00f3n, <\/span>Diario de a Bordo del Primer Viaje a las Indias <\/span><\/i>(Christine Partington)<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s too young, it\u2019s too late, we come apart, my arms are held, and the edges go dark and nothing is left but a little window, a very little window, like the wrong end of a telescope, like the window on a Christmas card, an old one, night and ice outside, and within a candle, a shining tree, a family, I can hear the bells even, sleigh bells, from the radio, old music, but through this window I can see, small but very clear, I can see her, going away from me, through the trees which are already turning, red and yellow, holding out her arms to me, being carried away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u2013 Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid\u2019s Tale<\/em> (Philip Palumbo)<\/p>\n “From the very beginning\u2014 from the first moment, I may almost say\u2014 of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.” \u201cThat\u2019s my Middle West . . . the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark. . . . I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all\u2014Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.\u201d “She was one of those people who was born for the greatness of a single love, for exaggerated hatred, for apocalyptic vengeance, and for the most\u00a0sublime forms of heroism but she was unable to shape her fate to the dimensions of her amorous vocation, so it was lived out as something flat and gray trapped between her mother’s sickroom walls, wretched tenements, and the tortured confessions with which this large, opulent, hot-blooded woman made for maternity, abundance, action, and ardor was consuming herself.” \u201cIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way\u2014in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.\u201d \u201c…it wouldn’t have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat – on the deck of a ship or at a street caf\u00e9 in Paris or Bangkok – I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.\u201d “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter\u2014tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And then one fine morning\u2014So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” “Not unnaturally, many elevators imbued with intelligence and precognition became terribly frustrated with the mindless business of going up and down, up and down, experimented briefly with the notion of going sideways, as a sort of existential protest, demanded participation in the decision-making process and finally took to squatting in basements sulking.” \u201cSometimes, though, there is a ghostly rumble among the drums, an asthmatic whisper in the trombones that swings me back into the early twenties when we drank wood alcohol and every day in every way grew better and better, and there was a first abortive shortening of the skirts, and girls all looked alike in sweater dresses, and people you didn\u2019t want to know said \u2018Yes, we have no bananas\u2019, and it seemed only a question of a few years before the older people would step aside and let the world be run by those who saw things as they were and it all seems rosy and romantic to us who were young then, because we will never feel quite so intensely about our surroundings any more.\u201d \u201cIn the loveliest town of all, where the houses were white and high and the elms trees were green and higher than the houses, where the front yards were wide and pleasant and the back yards were bushy and worth finding out about, where the streets sloped down to the stream and the stream flowed quietly under the bridge, where the lawns ended in orchards and the orchards ended in fields and the fields ended in pastures and the pastures climbed the hill and disappeared over the top toward the wonderful wide sky, in this loveliest of all towns Stuart stopped to get a drink of sarsaparilla.\u201d “Then the voices of the Ainur, like unto harps and lutes, and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto countless choirs singing with words, began to fashion the theme of Il\u00favatar to a great music; and a sound arose of endless interchanging melodies woven in harmony that passed beyond hearing into the depths and into the heights, and the places of dwelling of Il\u00favatar were filled to overflowing, and the music and the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void.” \u201cIt was all very well to say \u2018Drink me,\u2019 but the wise little Alice was not going to that in a hurry. \u2018No, I\u2019ll look first,\u2019 she said, \u2018and see whether it\u2019s marked \u201cpoison\u201d or not\u2019; for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they would not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked \u2018poison,\u2019 it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.\u201d \u201cConsidering how common illness is, how tremendous the spiritual change that it brings, how astonishing, when the lights of health go down, the undiscovered countries that are then disclosed, what wastes and deserts of the soul a slight attack of influenza brings to light, what precipices and lawns sprinkled with bright flowers a little rise of temperature reveals, what ancient and obdurate oaks are uprooted in us in the act of sickness, how we go down into the pit of death and feel the waters of annihilation close above our heads and wake thinking to find ourselves in the presence of the angels and the harpers when we have a tooth out and come to the surface in the dentist\u2019s arm chair and confuse his \u2018Rinse the mouth\u2014rinse the mouth\u2019 with the greeting of the Deity stooping from the floor of Heaven to welcome us\u2014when we think of this an infinitely more, as we are so frequently forced to \u00a0think of it, it becomes strange indeed that illness has not taken its place with love, battle, and jealousy among the prime themes of literature.\u201d “All Rome thronged with incredible rejoicing to see the dead body of Alexander in Saint Peter’s, unable to satiate their eyes enough with seeing spent that serpent who in his boundless ambition and pestiferous perfidy, and with all his examples of horrible cruelty and monstrous sensuality and unheard-of avarice, selling without distinction sacred and profane things, had envenomed the entire world.” “The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head, Continue reading ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/03\/charles-dickens-tale-two-cities.jpg\")
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\n– Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes<\/em> (Bryanna Rivas)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/02\/image-1.png\")
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\n– John Steinbeck, Of Mice And Men<\/em> (Brooke Raboutou)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/02\/christopher-columbus-1451-1506-detail-from-allegory-on-charles-v-of-habsburg-1500-1558-as-ruler-of-the-world-painting-by-peter-johann-nepomuk-geiger-photo-by-deagostini_getty-images-300x169.jpg\")
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\n\u2013 Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice\u00a0<\/em>(Kate Morris)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/02\/BF1574FA-B58E-4B0B-A210-9B57DEC9674D-300x228.png\")
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\n\u2013\u00a0F. Scott Fitzgerald,\u00a0The Great Gatsby\u00a0<\/em>(Marie Karam)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/02\/51Ohm2RJnoL._SX299_BO1204203200_-181x300.jpg\")
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\n– Isabel Allende,\u00a0The House of the Spirits\u00a0<\/em>(Jasmine Inouye)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/02\/images.jpg\")
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\n– Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities<\/em>\u00a0(Mary Hinek)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/02\/sylvia-plath-hires-cropped-300x200.jpg\")
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\n– Sylvia Plath,\u00a0The Bell Jar\u00a0<\/em>(Mary Humphreys)<\/p>\n![\"Gatsby](\"https:\/\/learnodo-newtonic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/A-depiction-of-Jay-Gatsby-staring-at-the-green-light.jpg\")
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\n–\u00a0F. Scott Fitzgerald,\u00a0The Great Gatsby\u00a0<\/em>(Isabella Garcia)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/02\/the_hitchhikers_guide_to_the_galaxy-200x300.jpg\")
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\n– Douglas Adams,\u00a0The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy\u00a0<\/em>(Jackson Hays)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/02\/51veBh4n5LL-192x300.jpg\")
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\n– F. Scott Fitzgerald,\u00a0Tales from the Jazz Age<\/em>\u00a0(Peyton Berger)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/02\/Dmry3LMUUAAV-Na-300x181.jpg\")
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\n– E.B. White,\u00a0Stuart<\/em> Little<\/em> (Harrison Etherington)<\/p>\n
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\n– Virginia Woolf, \u201cOn Being Ill\u201d (Alexa Ripa)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/sites.sandiego.edu\/fyw150-technology\/files\/2019\/01\/Alexander_VI-255x300.jpg\")
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\n– Francesco Guicciardini,\u00a0The History of Italy<\/em> (Paul Evans)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"