I don't know about 10, but two I'd definitely take would be the Mahābhārata and the Mathnavi. Those two alone would keep one busy for a while.
I don't know about 10, but two I'd definitely take would be the Mahābhārata and the Mathnavi. Those two alone would keep one busy for a while.
Since this is, ahem, obviously a matter of size, I shall take a Kindle. And only an Amazon Kindle...
Plainview: Drainage! Drainage, Eli! Drained dry, you boy! If you have a milkshake and I have a milkshake and I have a straw and my straw reaches across the room and starts to drink your milkshake. I drink your milkshake! I drink it up!
Why not the iLiad?Originally Posted by Homyrrh
I would take that over the Kindle.
How long to expect the battery to last with no means of charging it on the island?
com-pas-sion (n.) [ME. & OFr. <LL. (Ec.) compassio, sympathy < compassus, pp. of compati, to feel pity < L. com-, together + pali, to suffer] sorrow for the sufferings or trouble of another or others, accompanied by an urge to help; deep sympathy; pity
Dostoevsky Forum!
Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
The Idiot - Fyodor Dostoevsky
Don Quixote - Miguel de Cervantes
Arabian Nights
Remembrance of Things Past - Marcel Proust
Walden - Henry David Thoreau
Tao Te Ching - Lao-Tzu
The Analects - Confucius
Meditations - Marcus Aurelius
War & Peace - Leo Tolstoy
"there is an absolute
and that must be in the heart"
You're right stoic philosophers would probably be useful in such a situation
Et l'unique cordeau des trompettes marines
Apollinaire, Le chantre
Marchus Aurelius would have made a wonderful contemporary new age guru.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
What was that about?
Et l'unique cordeau des trompettes marines
Apollinaire, Le chantre
Strange college days flashback or somethin. I dunno.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
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