Welcome to my commonplace blog

The goal of this blog is to preserve a few ideas and quotes from books I read. In the old days when books were not so readily available, people kept "commonplace books" where they copied choice passages they wanted to be able to remember and perhaps reuse. The idea got picked up by V.F.D. and it's common knowledge that most of that organization's volunteers have kept commonplace books, and so have Laura and I.

I'm sure there are many other Internet sites and blogs dedicated to the same idea. But this one is mine. Feel free to look around and leave comments, but not spam.

26 March 2012

Letters from the Earth (Mark Twain)

Sarcastic Mark Twain book aimed at the Bible and Christianity. Sometimes it hits the mark, sometimes it simply reveals the prejudices of his time.


Quotes:

Man is an experiment, the other animals are another experiment. Time will show whether they were worth the trouble.

there has never been an intelligent person of the age of sixty who would consent to live his life over again. His or anyone else’s.

The two Testaments are interesting, each in its own way. The Old one gives us a picture of these people’s Deity as he was before he got religion, the other one gives us a picture of him as he appeared afterward.

22 March 2012

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (Catherynne M. Valente)

Very good adult fairy tale, reminiscent of Tolkien. Laura loved it. Hoping for a sequel.


Quotes:

“I came for you, September. Just you. I wish you the best that can be hoped for, and no worse than can be expected.”

“Because when humans come to Fairyland, we’re supposed to trick them and steal from them and whap them about the ears—but we’re also supposed hex them up so that they can see proper-like. Not everything, just enough so as to be dazzled by mushroom glamours, and not so much that we can’t fool you twice with Fairy gold.

We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say, lines on maps are silly.

Stories have a way of changing faces. They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. This is why we must close them up into thick, solid books, so they cannot get out and cause trouble.

though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.

Death is not a checkmate … it is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen.”

As all mothers know, children travel faster than kisses.

10 March 2012

Journey to the Centre of the Earth (Jules Verne)

I read this "in parallel" with Laura. It's as cool today as it was when i read it for the first time, in Brazil (when i was probably as old as Laura is now).


Quotes:

In Sneffels Yoculis craterem kem delibat umbra Scartaris Julii intra calendas descende, audas viator, et terrestre centrum attinges. Kod feci. Arne Saknussemm

Descend into the crater of Sneffells Yokul, over which the shadow of Scartaris falls before the kalends of July, bold traveller, and you will reach the centre of the earth. I have done this. Arne Saknussemm

Oh, how hard it is to understand the hearts of girls and women. When they are not the most timid of creatures, they are the bravest. Reason has no part in their lives.

Thus were formed those huge beds of coal which, despite their size, the industrial nations will exhaust within three centuries unless they limit their consumption.

‘Science, my boy, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.’

‘So. Fate is having fun with me, is it?’ he cried. ‘The elements are in league against me! Air, fire, and water combine to block my way! Well, they are going to find out just how strong-willed I am! I won’t give in, I won’t move back an inch, and we shall see whether man or Nature will get the upper hand!’

‘Axel,’ the Professor replied very calmly, ‘our situation is almost desperate, but there are a few chances of our escaping, and I am considering these. If we may die at any moment, we may also be saved at any moment. So let us be prepared to seize the slightest opportunity.’

‘But the compass! The compass! It pointed north! How can we explain that fact?’ ‘Good Lord,’ I said disdainfully, ‘the best thing to do is not to explain it. That’s the simplest solution.’

The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, Or Gustavus Vassa, The African / Written By Himself (Olaudah Equiano)

Strange book. I later read that some of the story is disputed, for example, there are some records where he indicated he was born in the USA. In any case, he had a very interesting life indeed.

He only came to be an abolitionist late in life. The parts of the story where he works in ships that are transporting slaves for sale are a little unexpected.

Neighing sea horses, really?


Quotes:

O, ye nominal Christians! might not an African ask you, learned you this from your God, who says unto you, Do unto all men as you would men should do unto you?

cheering myself with the reflection that there was a time allotted for me to die as well as to be born, I instantly cast off all fear or thought whatever of death, and went through the whole of my duty with alacrity; pleasing myself with the hope, if I survived the battle, of relating it and the dangers I had escaped

I had a mind on which every thing uncommon made its full impression, and every event which I considered as marvellous. Every extraordinary escape, or signal deliverance, either of myself or others, I looked upon to be effected by the interposition of Providence.

I grant, indeed, that slaves are some times, by half-feeding, half-clothing, over-working and stripes, reduced so low, that they are turned out as unfit for service, and left to perish in the woods, or expire on a dunghill.

the whole term of a negro's life may be said to be there but sixteen years!

It was very common in several of the islands, particularly in St. Kitt's, for the slaves to be branded with the initial letters of their master's name; and a load of heavy iron hooks hung about their necks. Indeed on the most trifling occasions they were loaded with chains; and often instruments of torture were added. The iron muzzle, thumb-screws, &c. are so well known, as not to need a description, and were sometimes applied for the slightest faults. I have seen a negro beaten till some of his bones were broken, for even letting a pot boil over.

But had the cruel man struck me I certainly should have defended myself at the hazard of my life; for what is life to a man thus oppressed?

any person in whose custody a bible was found concealed was to be imprisoned and flogged, and sent into slavery for ten years.

One morning we had vast quantities of sea-horses about the ship, which neighed exactly like any other horses.

I found none among the circle of my acquaintance that kept wholly the ten commandments. So righteous was I in my own eyes, that I was convinced I excelled many of them in that point, by keeping eight out of ten;

09 March 2012

Mockingjay (The Final Book of The Hunger Games) (Suzanne Collins)

I actually liked this one better than the first two. At least it didn't go into uncritical praise for the military.


Quotes:

I don’t know what to tell him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

“And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.”

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”

The differences between the Capitol and 13 are thrown into sharp relief by the event. When Coin says “wedding,” she means two people signing a piece of paper and being assigned a new compartment. Plutarch means hundreds of people dressed in finery at a three-day celebration.

There’s no going back. So we might as well get on with things.”

I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

His Shoes Were Far Too Tight (Edward Lear)

A good sample of the nonsense poems of Edward Lear, selected by Lear fan Daniel Pinkwater, and illustrated by Caleb Brown.


Quotes:

Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.

"How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!"
Who has written such volumes of stuff!
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few think him pleasant enough

O! My aged Uncle Arly!
Sitting on a heap of Barley
Thro' the silent hours of night
Close beside a leafy thicket:
On his nose there was a Cricket
In his hat a Railway Ticket;
(But his shoes were far too tight.)

04 March 2012

Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games) (Suzanne Collins)

I didn't like this book at all, and it gave me nightmares. But i couldn't stop reading it.


Quotes:

And then it happens. Up and down the row, the victors begin to join hands. Some right away, like the morphlings, or Wiress and Beetee. Others unsure but caught up in the demands of those around them, like Brutus and Enobaria. By the time the anthem plays its final strains, all twenty-four of us stand in one unbroken line in what must be the first public show of unity among the districts since the Dark Days.

“You just remember who the enemy is,” Haymitch tells me. “That’s all. Now go on. Get out of here.”

“We had to save you because you’re the mockingjay, Katniss,” says Plutarch. “While you live, the revolution lives.”

“Katniss, there is no District Twelve.”