Natalie Diaz on the Mojave language, If What I Mean Is Hummingbird, If What I Mean Is Fall Into My Mouth
.Lost Women Found
: "How did it happen that at the great cultural crossroads of postwar New York there was a lone woman writing songs on guitar with a sophistication of lyric and melody unmatched by any other folk songwriter of the time?"
Moving through Durrell's Alexandria Quartet: "We live" writes Pursewarden somewhere, "lives based upon selective fictions. Our view of reality is conditioned by our position in space and time--not by our personalities as we like to think. Thus every interpretation of reality is based upon a unique position. Two paces east or west and the whole picture is changed." -Balthazar
If your introduction almost makes me feel guilty for wanting to read the book than you're doing it wrong.
Lytton Strachey's Eminent Victorians
was still worth pushing past that bizarre starter. Florence Nightingale, for example:
As for her voice, it was true of it, even more than of her countenance, that it "had that in it one must fain call master." Those clear tones were in no need of emphasis: "I never heard her raise her voice," said one of her companions. Only, when she had spoken, it seemed as if nothing could follow but obedience. Once, when she had given some direction, a doctor ventured to remark that the thing could not be done. "But it must be done," said Miss Nightingale. A chance bystander, who heard the words, never forgot through all his life the irresistible authority of them. And they were spoken quietly- very quietly indeed.