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Collins English Dictionary
Collins English Dictionary
Collins Dictionaries | 2015 | Children
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"It's kinda old hat now, I guess, to have a paper dictionary, but I loved our dictionary so much-flicking through a book WITH ALL THE WORDS IN was like having a book with a million Christmases in. I kept a list of my most precious words on my wall, like trophies, or pressed flowers, or phone-numbers of hot boys: "Jaguary, mimosa, cathedral, lilac, shagreen, ardent, isosceles, attar of roses, uxurious, leopardskin, jubilee, zoo." Every dictionary contains every word, and therefore every book-just not yet in the right order. Just like every person has a book inside them, too-just not yet in the right order. We are all dictionaries."

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Au Hasard Balthazar (1966)
Au Hasard Balthazar (1966)
1966 | Drama
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"As the son of an Episcopal priest, I have a semi-complex relationship with religion. I’ve remained fairly agnostic throughout most of my life, but I admire the seed of the Christian myth—that there can exist in the world a love that gives and asks nothing in return. No movie crystallizes this idea better than Bresson’s Au hasard Balthazar, which rips my heart out every time I watch it. The Christian ideal exists in humanity fleetingly, but by casting a donkey as his Christ surrogate, Bresson evokes the saintly disposition to which we should all aspire as effectively as (if not more so than) Roberto Rossellini does in The Flowers of St. Francis."

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Hellespont by Simon Herron
Hellespont by Simon Herron
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Yes, this is in some ways the soul of Damien Rice, but there is something plaintive about the entire song that strikes a note Rice never hit. Sure, I'm a sucker for the one note piano melody; we have a lot of that, and some extra intervals, but the mark of this song for me is the pony-slow walk of the timpani, the subtle sway of the violins, and the perfectly precise acoustic strums.

If this song were a painting, it would be a piece by Gauguin with those swirling fields of yellow flowers, in his own Hellespont of Arles - which some say is the only place he ever felt at home.