Book of the Week
THE RED ROOM, Chapter Four.
Chapter Four. By this time I was in a state of considerable nervous tension, although to my reason there was no adequate cause for my condition. My mind, however, was perfectly clear. I postulated quite unreservedly that nothing supernatural could happen, and to pass the time I began stringing some rhymes together, Ingoldsby fashion, concerning the original legend of the place. A few I spoke aloud, but the echoes were not pleasant* For the same reason I also abandoned, after a time, a conversation with myself upon the impossibility of ghosts and haunting. My mind reverted to the three old and distorted people downstairs, and I tried to keep it upon that topic.
By Mountain Tree2 years ago in BookClub
THE RED ROOM, Chapter Three.
Chapter Three. The door of the Red Room and the steps up to it were in a shadowy corner. I moved my candle from side to side in order to see clearly the nature of the recess in which I stood, before opening the door. Here it was, thought I, that my predecessor was found, and the memory of that story gave me a sudden twinge of apprehension. I glanced over my shoulder at the black Ganymede in the moonlight, and opened the door of the Red Room rather hastily, with my face half turned to the pallid silence of the corridor.
By Mountain Tree2 years ago in BookClub
Unraveling the Legacy of William Shakespeare: A Journey into the Life and Works of the Bard. Content Warning.
William Shakespeare, often hailed as the greatest writer in the English language, continues to enchant readers and audiences worldwide centuries after his time. Born in Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, in April 1564, his baptismal date is recorded as the 26th of April, and tradition observes his birthday on April 23rd, coinciding with Saint George's Day. His exact birth date remains a mystery, much like many aspects of his life, which have spurred endless speculation among scholars and enthusiasts alike.
By Avhishek Agarwal2 years ago in BookClub







