tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534201637374375642012-02-16T12:48:48.561Zthe editorial assistantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08420495951326235427noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653420163737437564.post-3017441598517533342008-02-13T15:18:00.001Z2008-11-13T20:02:06.669Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1liSD3Uvlk8/R7MKdR_vDgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Bfu2MhHwumI/s1600-h/the+misfits_marilyn+monroe_clark+gable.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166484695687302658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1liSD3Uvlk8/R7MKdR_vDgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Bfu2MhHwumI/s400/the+misfits_marilyn+monroe_clark+gable.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">«The roses rushed to bloom in her cheeks.»</div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>The Glassblower's Children</em>, Maria Gripe, first published in 1964</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653420163737437564-301744159851753334?l=editorialassistants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the editorial assistantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08420495951326235427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653420163737437564.post-18707402611498841272008-02-12T17:50:00.000Z2008-11-13T20:02:06.859Z<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1liSD3Uvlk8/R7HdFx_vDeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T2GKD86JOIQ/s1600-h/françoise.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166153338960416226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1liSD3Uvlk8/R7HdFx_vDeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T2GKD86JOIQ/s400/fran%C3%A7oise.jpg" border="0" /></a> «Then something rises in me that I welcome by name, with closed eyes: Bonjour tristesse!»</div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Bonjour Tristesse</em>, Françoise Sagan, first published in 1954</span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653420163737437564-1870740261149884127?l=editorialassistants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the editorial assistantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08420495951326235427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653420163737437564.post-48352616580805058072008-02-11T17:37:00.001Z2008-11-13T20:02:07.688Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1liSD3Uvlk8/R7CIAx_vDdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XXl7rrIpPMU/s1600-h/waugh+was+a+man.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165778319595998674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1liSD3Uvlk8/R7CIAx_vDdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XXl7rrIpPMU/s400/waugh+was+a+man.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">«All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.»</div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Vile Bodies</em>, Evelyn Waugh, first published in 1930</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653420163737437564-4835261658080505807?l=editorialassistants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the editorial assistantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08420495951326235427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653420163737437564.post-75517624469720245312008-02-08T17:26:00.000Z2008-11-13T20:02:08.093Z<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1liSD3Uvlk8/R7BYzh_vDcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/we3Jj57Frd8/s1600-h/memento+mori.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165726414916226498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1liSD3Uvlk8/R7BYzh_vDcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/we3Jj57Frd8/s400/memento+mori.jpg" border="0" /></a> «Queen Victoria had a little trouble with the bladder, you see. When she went to stay at Balmoral in her latter years a number of privies were caused to be built at the backs of little cottages which had not previously possessed privies. This was to enable the Queen to go on her morning drive round the contryside in comfort, and to descend from her carriage from time to time, ostensibly to visit the humble cottagers in their dwellings. Eventually, word went round that Queen Victoria was exceedingly democratic. Of course it was all due to her little weakness. But everyone copied the Queen and the idea spread, and now you see we have a great democracy.»</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Memento Mori</em>, Muriel Spark, first published in 1959</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653420163737437564-7551762446972024531?l=editorialassistants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the editorial assistantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08420495951326235427noreply@blogger.com0