Fuck Yeah British Lit!

A tumblr for bibliophiles and anglophiles alike! British literature is some of the best ever, so rejoice in James Joyce and all of the wonderful work to have come out of the U.K. and Ireland.

andrewjg47:

periwinklebleu:

period panties

Oh

(Source: free-parking)

dbvictoria:

Shakespearean insults, with cats.

7 more here.

(via adinfinitumxx)

yeahwriters:

referenceforwriters:

amandaonwriting:

Lay or Lie

… English is broken.

If it was possible to hug posts, I would hug this one.

yeahwriters:

referenceforwriters:

amandaonwriting:

Lay or Lie

… English is broken.

If it was possible to hug posts, I would hug this one.

(via jacklighting)

Amazing bookporn tees by Appraising Pages.

YES

(Source: bookporn, via adinfinitumxx)

mightyflower:

to quote hamlet act III scene iii line 92, “no”

(via slightly--delirious)

erikkwakkel:

Heavenly library

Today I visited the medieval library at Merton College, Oxford as a guest of the Fellow Librarian. It is the UK’s oldest library that was designed to be used by scholars, and it has been functioning as such since its construction in the 1370s. You enter the library at the ground level through a massive door. Going up the stairs you reach the upper floor, where the books are stored. It is sensational to walk among the rows of book cases in the half-lit room. Their shelves are filled with hundreds of early-modern books (many still fitted in their original bindings), which are patiently waiting until someone will touch them again. Heavy benches hoovering over wooden floors are a reminder that this room was once filled with scholars leaning over their books, trying to catch the last light of the day. In the middle of the library a big 13th-century book chest is found, next to a small collection of shiny 14th-century astrolabes. What a heavenly place.

Pics (my own): library, book cases, consultation bench, book chest (13th century), stained-glass window (medieval), and entrance. More information about the library on Merton College’s website (here) and also here; more on Merton College, which dates from the 13th-century, here.

(via adinfinitumxx)

“I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.”

—   Samuel Beckett (via sunst0ne)

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thehamsteroflife:

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

di-stressing:

it’s a shame the original caption for this is gone bc it was a really nice story. An author decided he wanted his 2000-ish word essay tattooed onto people, but only one word per person, if someone was to die, the story would be gone.It’s kind of amazing to think, imagine being that author and having a story that could never be read, yet it could be anywhere in the world. idk man I just think it’s pretty incredible.

"Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times."

do you realize what this is saying?you are part of a big story.if you were gone, the whole story would have something missing.this is great.

thehamsteroflife:

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

di-stressing:

it’s a shame the original caption for this is gone bc it was a really nice story. An author decided he wanted his 2000-ish word essay tattooed onto people, but only one word per person, if someone was to die, the story would be gone.

It’s kind of amazing to think, imagine being that author and having a story that could never be read, yet it could be anywhere in the world. idk man I just think it’s pretty incredible.

"Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times."

do you realize what this is saying?
you are part of a big story.
if you were gone, the whole story would have something missing.
this is great.

(via thewhitephantompoet)

“O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark.”

—   T.S. Eliot, “East Coker”    (via beeboxx)

(Source: larmoyante, via beeboxx)