Dear Valeria,
What I did not realise is that I was so naïve politically that I was not justified in committing myself to any political action of this kind. The atmosphere in Cambridge was so intense, the enthusiasm for any anti-fascist activity was so great, that I made the biggest mistake of my life.
All best,
Anthony Blunt
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Ross
Dear Valeria,
I always find myself wanting humanists to think about using the net for more than "let's just do what we've always done, only on line now" (the BMCR syndrome, if you will).
Cheers,
Allen Ross Scaife
I always find myself wanting humanists to think about using the net for more than "let's just do what we've always done, only on line now" (the BMCR syndrome, if you will).
Cheers,
Allen Ross Scaife
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Věra
Dear Valeria,
I was daring enough to want absolute freedom, even if it was a mistake.
Best,
Věra Chytilová
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Harriet
Dear Valeria,
We saw the lightning and that was the guns; and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the drops of blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.
Very best regards,
Harriet Tubman
We saw the lightning and that was the guns; and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the drops of blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.
Very best regards,
Harriet Tubman
Monday, March 9, 2015
Charles
Dear Valeria,
Find what you love, and let it kill you.
Cheers,
Charles Bukowski
Find what you love, and let it kill you.
Cheers,
Charles Bukowski
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Georges
Dear Valeria,
What we need to question is bricks, concrete, glass, our table manners, our utensils, our tools, the way we spend our time, our rhythms. To question that which seems to have ceased forever to astonish us. We live, true, we breathe, true; we walk, we go downstairs, we sit at a table in order to eat, we lie down on a bed on order to sleep. How? Where? When? Why?
Describe your street. Describe another. Compare.
Your friend,
Georges Perec
What we need to question is bricks, concrete, glass, our table manners, our utensils, our tools, the way we spend our time, our rhythms. To question that which seems to have ceased forever to astonish us. We live, true, we breathe, true; we walk, we go downstairs, we sit at a table in order to eat, we lie down on a bed on order to sleep. How? Where? When? Why?
Describe your street. Describe another. Compare.
Your friend,
Georges Perec
Monday, March 2, 2015
Marjorie
Dear Valeria,
If Father’s kingdom is a cage, then my cage will be a kingdom. It is not I who am locked in, but you who are locked out.
Yours faithfully,
Marjorie de Bruce, Princess of Scotland
If Father’s kingdom is a cage, then my cage will be a kingdom. It is not I who am locked in, but you who are locked out.
Yours faithfully,
Marjorie de Bruce, Princess of Scotland
Sunday, March 1, 2015
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