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Pocas formas de conocer a alguien son más sinceras, transparentes y profundas que conocer su biblioteca; pocos actos son más íntimos que recibir a alguien en la propia. No hay rincón de un hogar que diga más de quien la habita excepto, quizá, la cocina.
May 26, 2025 at 5:17 PM
Pocas formas de conocer a alguien son más sinceras, transparentes y profundas que conocer su biblioteca; pocos actos son más íntimos que recibir a alguien en la propia. No hay rincón de un hogar que diga más de quien la habita excepto, quizá, la cocina.
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Our whole life is an Irish Sea
Robert Burton, from ‘The Anatomy of Melancholy’
Robert Burton, from ‘The Anatomy of Melancholy’
![tion." Our whole life is an Irish Sea, wherein there is naught to be expected but tempestuous storms and troublesome waves, and those infinite:
Tantum malorum pelagus aspicio, Ut non sit inde enatandi copia;º2
[I behold a sea of ills so vast that to swim clear seems impossible;]
no halcyonian times, wherein a man can hold himself secure, or agree with his present estate; but, as Boethus infers, 'There is something in every one of us which before trial we seek, and having tried abhor:93 we earnestly wish, and eagerly covet, and are eftsoons weary of it."4 Thus betwixt hope and fear, suspicions, angers, Inter spemque metumque, timores inter et iras, betwixt falling in, falling out, etc., we bangle away our best days, befool out our times, we lead a contentious, discontent, tumultuous, melancholy, miserable life; insomuch, that if we could foretell what was to come, and it put to our choice, we should rather refuse than accept of this painful life. In a word, the world itself is a maze, a labyrinth of errors, a desert, a wilderness, a den of thieves, cheaters, etc., full of filthy puddles, horrid rocks, precipi-tiums, an ocean of adversity, an heavy yoke, wherein infirmities and calamities overtake and follow one another, as the sea-waves; and if we scape Scylla, we fall foul on Charybdis, and so in perpetual fear, labour, anguish, we run from one plague, one mis-chief, one burden to another, duram servientes servitutem [under-going a hard bondage], and you may as soon separate weight from lead, heat from fire, moistness from water, brightness from the sun, as misery, discontent, care, calamity, danger, from a man.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:3wfsxvw5dhp7m7jzgwhkgtuh/bafkreidg5jph3einfnvpfc4n6kefdf7hzirncm4vqpmaakt5qjfcb542wy@jpeg)
February 10, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Our whole life is an Irish Sea
Robert Burton, from ‘The Anatomy of Melancholy’
Robert Burton, from ‘The Anatomy of Melancholy’