It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon his not understanding it.
Kafka by R Crumb
- dudes: "all men watch porn just get used to it"
- dudes: "men just have stronger sex drives than women, its just biology"
- dudes: "we can't help objectifying women, its in our dna"
- feminists: "rape happens a lot in our society and most are perpetrated by men, towards women, and i can't tell the difference between safe men and dangerous men just by looking so i tend to be wary of men sometimes"
- dudes: "NOW WAIT JUST A FUCKIN SECOND HOW CAN YOU GENERALIZE ALL MEN THATS SO UNFAIR"
Alice Munro honoured with Royal Canadian Mint coin
Unveiling held at Greater Victoria Public Library…
Renowned writer Alice Munro was freshly honoured today, with the Royal Canadian Mint unveiling a special coin to celebrate her Nobel Prize in Literature win last fall in addition to her wider literary achievements.
The ceremony was held at the Greater Victoria Public Library. The short story maven, who is based in Victoria, joined Royal Canadian Mint COO Beverley Lepine, library CEO Maureen Sawa and others at the event.
Munro, 82, is being honoured with a new, 99.99 per cent pure silver collector coin designed by Canadian artist Laurie McGaw. The coin has a limited mintage of 7,500 and will retail for $69.95.
More here: http://www.cbc.ca/news/arts/alice-munro-honoured-with-royal-canadian-mint-coin-1.2584305
Aldous Huxley and Christopher Isherwood.
I think Aldous knows that I like him. This is our only bond. We talk such different languages. Every time I open my mouth he is obscurely pained and distressed. I am such a hopeless ignoramus, such a barbarian. “And yet,” I can imagine Aldous saying, “one supposes there is something….these young men who imagined they understood socialism, when, all the time, of course, one saw perfectly clearly —”
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.
People who read are people who dream, and we connect through the stories we live and tell and read
"She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow. I wonder if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn’t be all the things she wanted to be. Esperanza. I have inherited her name, but I don’t want to inherit her place by the window."
—from THE HOUSE ON MANGO STREET, by Sandra Cisneros