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paulo-coelhos profile - StumbleUpon
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May 7, 1:14am
10 reviews
stumblers, literature, coelho
•http://paulo-coelho.stumbleupon.com/
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Oh... Wow... I was visited by Paulo Coelho! I'm your humble fan.
Welcome to SU!
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Prince of Saint-Germain: The New Yorker
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May 3, 12:46pm
1 review
literature, vian
•http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2006...
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From the page:
"In the summer of 1946, however, he made a wager with the head of a struggling publishing house that, given a few weeks, he could produce a best-seller. He sequestered himself for the next fifteen days, emerging to announce that he had discovered and translated a novel by an African-American writer named Vernon Sullivan, who had found no American publisher willing to touch it. The book, titled "I Spit on Your Graves," is a pulpy, grotesque cartoon with a deliberately incendiary plot: a black man, passing for white, murders a pair of wealthy white girls he has seduced after his brother is lynched. Published in French toward the end of 1946, the book initially attracted only minimal notice, until a man named Daniel Parker, the leader of a right-wing morality watchdog group, Cartel d'Action Sociale et Morale, set out to have the book banned and its author, translator, and publisher prosecuted. The book's notoriety increased further when a deranged man strangled his lover in a hotel room, and the police found a copy of the book by the bed. Passages in which the protagonist strangles a woman had been circled.
Riding on this tide of scandal, "I Spit on Your Graves" became the best-selling book in France in 1947. Amid the uproar, Vian maintained that he was merely the translator--he even published a text of the putative English original--but by the end of 1948 he had to admit that there was no Sullivan, and that he was the book's sole author; he was eventually fined a hundred thousand francs for his offense to public morals. By then, a new Sullivan novel had appeared, "The Dead All Have the Same Skin," the story of a white man so repulsed by the fear that he is black that he turns to murder and rape. Vian named him Dan Parker."
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wtv10s profile - StumbleUpon
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May 3, 2:17am
1 review
stumblers
•http://wtv10.stumbleupon.com/review/1...
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http://pit.dirty.ru/dirty/1/2008/05/01/25483-144913-1c12570e18485d38b87b9bc761c9…
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May 1, 6:49am
2 reviews
photography
•http://pit.dirty.ru/dirty/1/2008/05/0...
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May 1, 1938
Red Square, Moscow, USSR
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Extract from Ulysses by James Joyce
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Apr 30, 11:17am
1 review
literature, books, joyce, ulysses
•http://www.claddaghireland.com/librar...
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"the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes."
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SU Pilipinas: The Ten
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Apr 30, 5:52am
2 reviews
movies, relationships, kar-wai
•http://pilipinas.group.stumbleupon.co...
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Klassy's post is brilliant. I had to steal it.
Things Wong Kar-Wai taught me about love:
1. Requited love is an impossibility.
2. You will fall in love only once. Obstacles will prevail. The rest of your life is spent recovering.
3. Eroticising their possessions will be the pinnacle of your sexual fulfilment.
4. Anything that distracts you from the pain of your loss is good. Some people are more successful in this regard than others.
5. Hook up with someone. Live with them. Sleep with them. Tag along. Don't be fooled. You are only a transitory distraction. Ask for commitment. Declare your love. Watch the set up evaporate.
6. The most potent way to exist is to occupy someone else's imagination.
7. Desire is kept eternally alive by the impossibility of contact.
8. Modern communication enabling technologies will only heighten your sense of desolation by making you more keenly aware of the fact that no one is trying to call.
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"Before when people had secrets they didn't want to share, they'd climb a mountain. They'd find a tree and carve a hole in it. And whisper the secret into the hole. Then cover it over with mud. That way, nobody else would ever discover it."
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sensesofcinema.com/contents/01/13/wong-symposium.html [sensesofcinema.com/contents/01/13/wong-symposium.html]
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StumbleUpon Rules
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Apr 29, 10:03am
31 reviews
stumbleupon
•http://www.stumbleupon.com/rules.html
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Oh, noez! No more fun on SU
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Nostalgia II by =CBJJBC on deviantART
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Apr 28, 6:37am
0 review
arts
•http://cbjjbc.deviantart.com/art/Nost...
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English Russia & St. Petersburg from a Helicopter
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Apr 28, 3:06am
8 reviews
photography, city, spb
•http://englishrussia.com/?p=1870
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Питер, я тебя люблю.
Thanks to Shireen for this link.
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