J. Milton – Paradise Lost

  • And that must end us; that must be our cure,

  • To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lose,

  • Though full of pain, this intellectual being,

  • Those thoughts that wander through eternity,

  • To perish rather, swallowed up and lost

  • In the wide womb of uncreated night,

  • Devoid of sense and motion?

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2013 on Refined Quotes – Part 2 : The Books

Books

There was a lot of rereading for me (Infinite Jest, V, Mao II, Brave New World, Naked Lunch, Lord of Flies, The Trial, Swann’s Way, Crime and Punishment) and other side-stuff to do (a thesis on IP and philosophy courses) but still I managed to finally sink my teeth into a few great books. Here are short highlights:

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J. Milton – Paradise Lost

He spake: and to confirm his words, out-flew
Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs
Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze 
Far round illumin’d hell: highly they rag’d
Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms
Clash’d on thir sounding Shields the din of war,
Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heav’n.

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