AVAILABLE IN HARD AND SOFT COVER
12cm x 17cm
Acid free paper
192 cream colored and lightly lined uncoated pages with complementary art
A valued companion piece for thinkers, writers and artists to record their thoughts, notes, and sketches, these blank journals include intriguing quotes and unique illustrations from literary classics.
Presented on acid free, cream colour paper, to archival quality standards, the stitch-bound and lined pages of Publikum notebooks are a convenient canvas for personal creativity. Available in hardcover editions.
ДОСТАПНИ СО МЕКА И ТВРДА КОРИЦА
12cm x 17cm
Без киселинска хартија
192 крем обоени и лесно обложени страници со линии и комплементарна уметност
Ова е ценовно придружно дело за мислителите, писателите и уметниците да ги документираат своите мисли, белешки и скици, овие празни нотеси вклучуваат интригантни цитати и уникатни илустрации од книжевните класици.
Презентирани на без киселинска хартија во боја, според архивски стандарди за квалитет, врзани за бод и со страници со линии, тетратките Публикум се погодно платно за лична креативност. Достапно во изданија со тврд корица.
Ulysses Quotes:
“Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”
“History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.”
“I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”
“Love loves to love love.”
“A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.”
“Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.”
“Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.”
“The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.”
“Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.”
“Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.”
