The German phrase “Die Qual der Wahl”, meaning “the torture of choice”, is suitable whenever we are faced with too many possibilities and we don’t know which one to pick. The torture of choice comes to mind as I think of the thousands of new books appearing every year. I know that I would like
MoreSaxony is full of majestic palaces and castles, some of them famous, others not so much. Schloss Hubertusburg in Wermsdorf belongs to the second category. However, it is an impressive building with a large garden and a beautiful baroque facade. In its long history, however, the hunting palace of King Augustus the Strong has never
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There’s a Latin saying, “Graeca sunt, non leguntur“, which means, “it’s Greek, it can’t be read”. Something akin to “it’s all Greek to me”. Such a difficult language, with its strange alphabet. How could one possibly learn it, right? And yet, most European languages carry a heavy burden of Greek words in their vocabulary. Even
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Sea poems
The sea The sea as a seascape In a frame over the dining table The sea a forever moving element Scary to seamen When they face a storm The sea as holiday background Refreshing water on a tanned skin Burnt by the sun The sea an omnipresent blue Continuation of the sky above
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Our wonderful Literary Parlor returns with a very special holiday edition: Svetlana interviewed some of her Gen Z students and
LeipGlo contributor Indigo shares a selection of poems and shares intimately personal background into what real-life inspirations and experiences motivated
A date with Proust
This book has been accompanying me for the last few years. It is a series of books actually, the famous Remembrance of Things Past or In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust. I try to read a few pages every weekend when I have more time on my hands. I savour every word of the original French. It
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“Lucky he who was taught history,“ as the saying I remember from my school years goes. I thought it was attributed to Plutarch, but my internet search offers up the name of Euripides. Well, I was a very negligent pupil, so I wouldn’t know. And because I was so negligent, today I regret not having
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