The Top Shelf....

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Sad doesn't make it any less beautiful.... I want to know what those books are, and why.

But yeah... if they're copies of Wuthering Heights or anything by Thomas Hardy or James Joyce...for sure I'll fling some more on the pile :)

Im a Joyce fan....just takes effort and the reading enjoyment differs than other books.
 
OK...I'm not sure this fits, but in searching for a pic to post here, I found this, and well...I liked it...so..*shrug*

Of course it fits, I like it. And anyway, no thread rules around here unless you find one you're immediately going to break...!

Im a Joyce fan....just takes effort and the reading enjoyment differs than other books.

Pffft!! I made effort with Mr Joyce alright. He did not make it worthwhile!!!


Sorry, it's another large one...but I think it's a good fit

Meh, make 'em whatever size you like, books is books and it's all good.

http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=50294585

:)
 
OK...I'm not sure this fits, but in searching for a pic to post here, I found this, and well...I liked it...so..*shrug*

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2l88eKoUr1r7dbrro1_500.jpg

Took me a while to search it down, but here's the whole original Italian poem that's being written on her back.

Il tempo ci libera dalla nostre condanne e dalle nostre ossessioni.
Diluisce nella carne le più profonde ferite,
lasciando del dolore passato solo insensibili cicatrici.

E' stata pura autodistruzione il filo che,
tanti anni fa, ha legato le nostre vite.
Prima del piacere.
Prima del desiderio.
Prima ancora di quello stesso libro c
he tanto ha fatto convergere i nostri destini.

Il teatro si sta sfollando,
dopo la fine dello spettacolo.
Ho speso una follia per prendere questo posto.
Per capire se potevi essere davvero tu
quella donna che ho visto in televisione. S

ei con quel regista di cui tutti stanno parlando.
Mi avvicino a voi, lentamente. Ti guardo.
Sei proprio tu, senza alcun dubbio.
Non sembri quasi accorgerti di me.
Ma non ti potrei confondere con nessun'altra.
E dire che dall'ultima volta che ci siamo visti
sono passati trentacinque anni.


And as best google translate can do, here's the English version:

The time frees us from our convictions and our obsessions.
It dilutes the deepest wounds in the flesh,
leaving only insensitive scars of past pain.

It 'was pure self-destruct the wire,
many years ago, has tied our lives.
Before pleasure.
Before desire.
Even before that same book
he did so much to converge our fates.

The theater is dispersing,
after the end of the show.
I spent a folly to take this place.
To see if you could be really
the woman I saw on television.

And with the director who everyone is talking about.
I approach you, slowly. I look at you.
Really you, no doubt.
Find that you almost do not look like me.
But I will not be confused with any other.
And to think that the last time we met
have passed thirty-five.
 
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