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This is the cutest/best idea the BBC has had in a long time.

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“To write books is easy, it requires only pen and ink and the ever-patient paper. To print books is a little more difficult, because genius so often rejoices in illegible handwriting. To read books is more difficult still, because of a tendency to go to sleep. But the most difficult task of all that a mortal man can embark on is to sell a book.” ― Stanley Unwin

doubledaybooks:

“To write books is easy, it requires only pen and ink and the ever-patient paper. To print books is a little more difficult, because genius so often rejoices in illegible handwriting. To read books is more difficult still, because of a tendency to go to sleep. But the most difficult task of all that a mortal man can embark on is to sell a book.” ― Stanley Unwin

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‘I’m looking for some friends,’ said the girl, glancing at Antoine and then at their surroundings.

‘What do they look like?’

‘Like you, maybe.’

How I Became Stupid by Martin Page (via classicpenguin)

I’m officially a Zefrank convert - I’ve been absolutely loving all his new videos.

Also check out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glq1tK4QMOw

I am in love with this right now. I’m so in love with it I even want her tiny tiny kitchen! I also want one of those Croque Madam muffins pretty pretty please. Also can I move to Paris now?

(European-related word vomit!)

This was the first one. PUPPY BUNNYYY.

This was the first one. PUPPY BUNNYYY.

This is the second puppy photo my dad has sent me this week. I am DYING OF TEH CUTE.

This is the second puppy photo my dad has sent me this week. I am DYING OF TEH CUTE.

Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot. Write a message for her. Might remain. What?
I.
Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning. Useless. Washed away. Tide comes here a pool near her foot. Bend, see my face there, dark mirror, breathe on it, stirs. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. O, those transparent! Besides they don’t know. What is the meaning of that other world. I call you naughty boy because I do not like.
AM. A.
No room. Let it go.
Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand. Nothing grows in it. All fades.

Ulysses - James Joyce
Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Softly. When my country takes her place among.
Prrprr.
Must be the bur.
Fff. Oo. Rrpr.
Nations of the earth. No-one behind. She’s passed. Then and not till then. Tram. Kran, kran, kran. Good oppor. oming. Krandlkrankran. I’m sure it’s the burgund. Yes. One, two. Let my epitah be. Kraaaaaaaa. Written. I have.
Pprrpffrrppfff.
Done.

Ulysses - James Joyce