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I return to the hotel and fall in with a couple of rich women who suggest I accompany them to a nightclub.
I am faced then with two options: a) a nightclub filled with the rich, beautiful and famous or b) an early night alone in bed with a book. Never has any decision been easier.
The book was gripping. I hope the girls had a nice time in their club.
Stephen Fry In America (via fuckyeahstephenfry)
- Cineaste: And, of course, in the film you focus on his (Oscar Wilde's) kindness towards his wife and children.
- Stephen Fry: Yes, it deeply cracked him up that he couldn’t see his children, it mattered to him immensely. The idea that he was an unworthy father was deeply upsetting to him. It was almost as if he was told he was gay by the world and this is what happens. It’s rather like, if you’re Jewish, you don’t decide you’re Jewish, an anti-Semite decides you’re Jewish. You could come from a Jewish family and be a complete atheist and hate Zionism, but if Hitler or the equivalent is going to kill you, you make the decision, “OK, I’m a Jew. I’m not a religious Jew or a Zionist Jew, but if I’m going to die for it, I might as well acknowledge it.” That’s what I feel about my Jewishness - and my gayness. He never said, “I am a homosexual.” The world defined him from the moment of the trial - that’s who he was. He was suddenly a noun, rather than a process - which is what people should be. That’s terrible and means you’re suddenly an unnatural father, because you can’t simultaneously be someone who loves your wife and children and be gay.
“Wilde said If you want to be a grocer or a general or a politcian or a judge, you will invariably become it. That is your punishment. If you never know what you want to be, if you live what some might call the dynamic life but I will call the artisitic life – if each day you are unsure of who you are and what you know – you will never become anything and that is your reward.” ~ Stephen Fry quoting Oscar Wilde
- *reading a book*
- Me: I'll just finish this chapter and then I'll go to bed.
- Me:
- Me:
- Me: Oops. I finished the book.
Reading a book is only the first step in the relationship. After you’ve finished it, the book enters on its real career. It stand there as a badge, a blackmailer, a monument, a scar. It’s both a flaw in the room, like a crack in the plaster, and a decoration. The contents of someone’s bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait.
Anatole Broyard (via aheadfullofbooks)
We connect with books in an intellectual way, but the most valuable relationships we have with them are emotional; to say that you merely admire or respect a book is, on some level, to insult it. Feelings are so fundamental to literary life that it can be hard to imagine a way of relating to literature that doesn’t involve loving it. Without all those emotions, what would reading be?
Joshua Rothman on the history of “loving” to read.
(via newyorker)
FROM AN ARTICLE ABOUT THE NEW BOOK BY THE BEST JANEITE AND ALL AROUND KICKASS LOVELY LADY, DEIDRE LYNCH.
(via redscrunchieofpower)
Reblog if you’ve ever yelled at a book.
#fallen asleep with a book in your hands #eaten dinner with a book propped up on a fruit bowl #hidden somewhere at a family gathering to read a book in peace and quiet
#walked into a pole because you were reading a book
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