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(to say nothing of the movies)
Ubu Roi (1965/Jean-Christophe Averty)

Ubu Roi (1965/Jean-Christophe Averty)

You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.

Albert CamusThe Fall

382. Mardi and a Voyage Thither by Herman Melville
383. Sartor Resartus by Thomas Carlyle
384. The Painted Drum by Louise Erdrich
385. In Dubious Battle by John Steinbeck
386. Mr. Skeffington by Elizabeth von Arnim
387. The Last Days of the Incas by Kim MacQuarrie (+)
388. BUtterfield 8 by John O’Hara
389. A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. (+)
390. Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell
391. The Mabinogion by Anonymous
392. Alamut by Vladimir Bartol (+)
393. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl (+)
394. The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie
395. The Gathering by Anne Enright
396. The Murder on the Links by Agatha Christie
397. Poirot Investigates by Agatha Christie
398. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie
399. Imaginary Portraits by Walter Pater
400. Gaston de Latour by Walter Pater (+)
401. The Big Four by Agatha Christie

To regard all things and principles of things as inconstant modes or fashions has more and more become the tendency of modern thought. Let us begin with that which is without - our physical life. Fix upon it in one of its more exquisite intervals, the moment, for instance, of delicious recoil from the flood of water in summer heat. What is the whole physical life in that moment but a combination of natural elements to which science gives their names? But these elements, phosphorus and lime and delicate fibres, are present not in the human body alone: we detect them in places most remote from it. Our physical life is a perpetual motion of them - the passage of the blood, the wasting and repairing of the lenses of the eye, the modification of the tissues of the brain by every ray of light and sound - processes which science reduces to simpler and more elementary forces. Like the elements of which we are composed, the action of these forces extends beyond us; it rusts iron and ripens corn. Far out on every side of us those elements are broadcast, driven by many forces; and birth and gesture and death and the springing of violets from the grave are but a few out of ten thousand resultant combinations. That clear, perpetual outline of face and limb is but an image of ours, under which we group them - a design in a web, the actual threads of which pass out beyond it. This at least of flame-like our life has, that it is but the concurrence, renewed from moment to moment, of forces parting sooner or later on their ways.

Walter PaterThe Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry