Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed.
Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence. It inculcates purity and harmony, the mystery of mutual charity, the romanticism of the social order. It is essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life.
—Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
287. The Log from the Sea of Cortez by John Steinbeck
288. A Vindication of the Rights of Women by Mary Wollstonecraft
289. The Jewish War by Flavius Josephus
290. The Rider on the White Horse by Theodor Storm
291. Owen Wingrave by Henry James
292. A Ripple from the Storm by Doris Lessing
293. Harrington by Maria Edgeworth
294. Lancelot: The Knight of the Cart by Chrétien de Troyes
296. Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin
297. The Wheel of Time by Henry James
298. The Republic by Plato
299. The Shaving of Shagpat by George Meredith
300. Animal Spirits by George A. Akerlof and Robert J. Shiller
The rarest and most delectable pleasures are those which are hinted at, but never told.
—Chrétien de Troyes, Arthurian Romances
Ivan’s Childhood (1963/dir. Andrei Tarkovsky)
It would be good to live in a perpetual state of leave-taking, never to go nor to stay, but to remain suspended in that golden emotion of love and longing; to be loved without satiety.
—John Steinbeck, The Log from the Sea of Cortez
279. Twenty Years at Hull House by Jane Addams
280. Watership Down by Richard Adams
281. William: An Englishman by Cicely Hamilton
282. Voyage of the Beagle by Charles Darwin
283. Sophie’s Choice by William Styron
284. Room by Emma Donoghue
285. In the Year of Jubilee by George Gissing
286. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
We had letters of introduction to Mr. and Mrs. Aylmer Maude of Moscow, since well known as the translators of “Resurrection” and other of Tolstoy’s later works, who at that moment were on the eve of leaving Russia in order to form an agricultural colony in South England where they might support themselves by the labor of their hands. We gladly accepted Mr. Maude’s offer to take us to Yasnaya Polyana and to introduce us to Count Tolstoy, and never did a disciple journey toward his master with more enthusiasm than did our guide. When, however, Mr. Maude actually presented Miss Smith and myself to Count Tolstoy, knowing well his master’s attitude toward philanthropy, he endeavored to make Hull-House appear much more noble and unique than I should have ventured to do.