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The Picture of Dorian Gray
The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul.… Read more
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Phantoms in the Brain: A Review
At this stage you must admit that whatever is seen to be sentient is nevertheless composed of atoms that are insentient. The phenomena open to our observation do not contradict this conclusion or conflict with it. Rather they lead us by the hand and compel us to believe that the animate is born, as I… Read more
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
While poets of the previous century had wandered lonely as a cloud through the countryside (Wordsworth, in 1802) or repaired in solitude to Walden Pond (Thoreau, 1845), Eliot’s Prufrock mostly worries about being looked at by eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase and pin you, wriggling, to a wall – Susan Cain, Quiet… Read more
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An Affair with Stamps
It was probably sometime in March 2006. Another issue of my favorite magazine at the time, ‘Gokulam’ had just arrived. I thanked the postman as he handed me the issue, ran back into home, packed some snacks in a box, laid out a chair and a table in the garden area and sat down to… Read more
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Uncomfortable Yet?
Over the years, I have developed this habit of not surrounding myself with an utter and complete silence for more than five conscious minutes. While working out, I always have music or a podcast session playing in the background. I blast the music to max volume while stepping into shower. Any office work is done… Read more
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