Archive for March, 2016


March 22, 2016

“in a few years i’ll be completely mad”, he told to himself, while he was sitting at his desk, the candle close to exhaustion, the light fainter and paler every second. a world of desperation, so profound to have the material consistency of metal and paper, was awaiting just behind the yellowish corner of the old, crumbling wall of his life, a wall stained by spit and sun. he saw it like a shadow, he saw his desperation becoming real, venom flowing in his organs, taking possession drop by drop of the tendons of his skin. it has the consistency of metal, the coldness of smooth metal, he thought. a few years ago, they were in symbiosis with each other, after all. but tonight, tonight he felt like a parasite, he understood that he doesn’t own the majority of his organs any more. an undesired guest, which his own body was preparing to vomit up soon.

March 21, 2016

“I am a ridiculous person. Now they call me a madman. That would be a promotion if it were not that I remain as ridiculous in their eyes as before. But now I do not resent it, they are all dear to me now, even when they laugh at me—and, indeed, it is just then that they are particularly dear to me. I could join in their laughter—not exactly at myself, but through affection for them, if I did not feel so sad as I look at them. Sad because they do not know the truth and I do know it. Oh, how hard it is to be the only one who knows the truth! But they won’t understand that. No, they won’t understand it.”

March 21, 2016

“I mounted up to my fifth storey. I have a room in a flat where there are other lodgers. My room is small and poor, with a garret window in the shape of a semicircle. I have a sofa covered with American leather, a table with books on it, two chairs and a comfortable arm-chair, as old as old can be, but of the good old-fashioned shape. I sat down, lighted the candle, and began thinking.”

March 21, 2016

“I never care how much they shout the other side of the partition nor how many of them there are in there: I sit up all night and forget them so completely that I do not even hear them. I stay awake till daybreak, and have been going on like that for the last year. I sit up all night in my arm-chair at the table, doing nothing. I only read by day. I sit—don’t even think; ideas of a sort wander through my mind and I let them come and go as they will. A whole candle is burnt every night. I sat down quietly at the table, took out the revolver and put it down before me.”~ Dostoevsky

March 21, 2016

“Hold fast to dreams,

For if dreams die,

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams.

For if dreams go,

Life is a barren field

Covered with snow.”

~ Langston Hughes

March 21, 2016

“Publishers seemed appalled at the prospect that an author might govern design” ~ Tufte

March 21, 2016

“Il mondo è poco” ~ Christopher Columbus

March 17, 2016

“They became acquainted with sorrow and loved sorrow; they thirsted for suffering, and said that truth could only be attained through suffering. Then science appeared. ‘We may be deceitful, wicked and unjust, we know it and weep over it, we grieve over it; we torment and punish ourselves more perhaps than that merciful Judge Who will judge us and whose Name we know not. But we have science, and by means of it we shall find the truth and we shall arrive at it consciously. Knowledge is higher than feeling, the consciousness of life is higher than life. Science will give us wisdom, wisdom will reveal the laws, and the knowledge of the laws of happiness is higher than happiness.'”

March 17, 2016

“Most of the time I do not have an Internet connection. Once or twice or maybe three times a day I connect and transfer mail in and out. Before sending mail, I always review and revise the outgoing messages. That gives me a chance to catch mistakes and faux pas.” ~ Stallman

March 17, 2016

“According to a 2011 Harvard study of four per cent (that is, five million) of all the books printed in English, less than half the number of words used are included in dictionaries, the rest being “lexical dark matter”.”