Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
–Sonnet 65, William Shakespeare
The world is a pretty awful place sometimes. Beauty is frail, and in time everything decays and fades. How can one fight against such an overwhelming force? By preserving these moments, taking them down in “black ink” we can overcome the mortality of life. And nobody can claim immortality through the written word quite like old Willy.
I have had an ongoing love affair with books from a young age. There has never been another passion of mine so long lived. I spent years wondering what to do with my life, until I realised that I ought to focus on what has always been my greatest love. I studied publishing at Ryerson University and I’m currently trying to break into the field, while working as a bookseller in the city. Working at the University of Toronto Bookstore gives me ample opportunity to browse the shelves, and add to my ever-increasing “to read” list.
My favourite genres include Fantasy, Science Fiction, Supernatural/Horror, and Classics (Graeco-Roman history and literature). I try to keep current with recent bestsellers and a spattering of literary fiction.
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