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@asls.org.ukSep 5, 2026, 2:42 PM

“Jernau Gurgeh,” the machine said, making a sighing noise, “a guilty system recognizes no innocents. As with any power apparatus which thinks everybody’s either for it or against it, we’re against it.”

—Iain M. Banks, THE PLAYER OF GAMES (1988)
#BookWormSat 💙📚
www.hachette.co.uk/titles/iain-...

“Jernau Gurgeh,” the machine said, making a sighing noise, “a guilty system recognizes no innocents. As with any power apparatus which thinks everybody’s either for it or against it, we’re against it. You would be too, if you thought about it. The very way you think places you among its enemies. This might not be your fault, because every society imposes some of its values on those raised within it, but the point is that some societies try to maximize that effect, and some try to minimize it. You come from one of the latter and you’re being asked to explain yourself to one of the former. Prevarication will be more difficult than you might imagine; neutrality is probably impossible. You cannot choose not to have the politics you do; they are not some separate set of entities somehow detachable from the rest of your being; they are a function of your existence. I know that and they know that; you had better accept it.”
@21rosa.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 2:37 PM

"My advice is this, do whatever pleases yourself. These things don’t matter. What does matter is that if you have anything worthwhile in you, any talent, you should deliver it. Nothing must turn you from that"

Patrick Kavanagh 'Tarry Flynn'
🎨 Tom Byrne 'Patrick Kavanagh: A Portrait' #BookWormSat

Kavanagh gazes directly at the viewer - perhaps challenging us or looking steadily into the heart of the matter with a writer's insight
@asls.org.ukSep 5, 2026, 2:19 PM

“I am a descendant, do not forget, of Willie Brodie, a man of substance, a cabinet maker & designer of gibbets, a member of the Town Council of Edinburgh & a keeper of two mistresses who bore him five children between them. Blood tells.”

—Muriel Spark, THE PRIME OF MISS JEAN BRODIE
#BookWormSat 💙📚

I am a descendant, do not forget, of Willie Brodie, a man of substance, a cabinet maker and designer of gibbets, a member of the Town Council of Edinburgh and a keeper of two mistresses who bore him five children between them. Blood tells. He played much dice and fighting cocks. Eventually he was a wanted man for having robbed the Excise Office—not that he needed the money, he was a night burglar only for the sake of the danger in it. Of course, he was arrested abroad and was brought back to the Tolbooth prison, but that was mere chance. He died cheerfully on a gibbet of his own devising in seventeen‐eighty‐eight.
@thesurrealari.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 1:56 PM

Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.

JRR Tolkien, The Hobbit

#bookwormsat

@asls.org.ukSep 5, 2026, 1:53 PM

“There’s beasts in nature I never could see the use o’ – lollipin’ about wi’ neither meat nor music in them, chust like polismen”

—Neil Munro, “Hurricane Jack’s Luck-Bird”, in HURRICANE JACK OF THE VITAL SPARK (1923)
#BookWormSat 💙📚
gutenberg.net.au/ebooks07/070...

“There wass no doubt efter that in Tarbert that the Welcome Back got her luck from Jeck’s tortoise, and many a crew in Tarbert tried to buy her. But Jeck was terribly attached to her, and money wouldna tempt him. The beast had wonderful agility – not nimble, if you understand, but terrible sagacity. When Jeck would whustle to her she would come and put her heid oot to be scratched, and she knew his very step when he wass comin’ doon the quay. My own he’rt never warmed to them tortoises; for aal the sport that’s in them you would be better wi’ a partan, but Jeck aye said she grew on you. There’s beasts in nature I never could see the use o’ – lollipin’ about wi’ neither meat nor music in them, chust like polismen; and of aal the pets a man could make a hobby of, I think the tortoise iss the most rideeculus. You might ass well be friendly wi’ a floo’er-pot.”
@theghostmonk.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 1:52 PM

Gah! How could I forget #BookWormSat? So many quotes - so little time!

"Books are sweet, unreproaching companions to the miserable, and if they can not bring us to enjoy life, they will at least teach us to endure it."

- Oliver Goldsmith, 'The Vicar Of Wakefield'
(Painting by Sir Joshua Reynolds)

@thesurrealari.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 1:31 PM

A bass note sounds.It is a deep, vibrating chord that hints that the brass section may break in at any moment with a fanfare for the cosmos, because the scene is the blackness of deep space with a few stars glittering like the dandruff on the shoulders of God
Terry Pratchett—Equal Rites
#bookwormsat

@folkhorrorrevival.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 1:28 PM

'September came in with golden days and silver nights'

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King #BookwormSat

🎨 Alan Reynolds 'Summer: Young September’s Cornfield' (1954)

@21rosa.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 12:29 PM

"By early evening they were looking down at the complete emptiness of the meadows under the stillness of the big trees. All over the country for a week or more these reaped meadows would give back their squares and rectangles of burned yellow light amid the green of hedges and pastures" #BookWormSat

✍🏻 John McGahern "That They May Face The Rising Sun" 📸 mine Saturday 22 August, 2026 near Hepburn bastle, north Northumberland
@asls.org.ukSep 5, 2026, 12:18 PM

“Drink!” sang the daughter of Miru. “There is no kava like the kava of the dead, and to drink of it once is the reward of living.”

—Robert Louis Stevenson, “Something In It” – number XVI of his twenty published FABLES. In this one, a Western missionary ends up in the wrong afterlife
#BookWormSat 💙📚

Illustration to “Something In It”, by E.R. Herman, from the 1914 Longman’s edition of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Fables. Pen and black ink, brush and wash. A group of naked Polynesian islanders crouch at the foot of the image, with their backs to us. Squatting amongst them is a bearded European man, also naked. He is looking up at a huge woman (if he stood, he would barely reach her waist). She is dark-skinned and is wearing a grass skirt. Her whole body is covered in swirling tattoos and she is carrying a bowl with both hands. She looks down angrily at the European. Behind her sit three other huge, tattooed women; in the distance there are four more hunched Polynesians.
@mabinogiongame.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 12:15 PM

#BookWormSat
“So they took the blossoms of oak, and the blossoms of broom, and the blossoms of meadow-sweet, and produced from them a maiden, the fairest and most graceful that man ever saw. And they baptized her, and gave her the name of Blodeuwedd.”
- From the Fourth Branch of the Mabinogi

@stephengrae.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 12:01 PM

"He is by profession a maker of brogues... discovered by the sounds which he makes hammering his brogues" ~ the Leprechaun by Thomas Keightley

from my: "Boggarts, Brownies, Hobs and their Goblin Kin"
bardofcumberland.com

#BookwormSat #ReadABookDay
art: W. Anderson

@pmf-englishteacher.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 11:55 AM

The sound coming from the aulos, frail as it might be, well, that's us, that's us giving it a go, it's us building shit, and singing songs, and cooking food, it's kisses, and stories told over a winter fire, it's decency, and all we'll ever have to give.
Ferdia Lennon, GLORIOUS EXPLOITS
#BookWormSat

@druidtombraider.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 11:43 AM

"A person is never as selfish as they are in a moment of spiritual delight. It seems to them that at that moment there is nothing in the world more beautiful and interesting than themselves."

Leo Tolstoy, "The Cossacks".

#BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social

@racheldeering.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 11:37 AM

‘I thought I heard a voice cry, ‘Jane! Jane! Jane!’ and it was the voice of Edward Fairfax Rochester; and it spoke in pain and woe, wildly, eerily, urgently. I am coming! I cried. Wait for me! Oh, I will come! And I flew to his arms as an angel of deliverance.’ ~ JE, Charlotte Brontë. #BookWormSat

Jane Eyre in rain running over moorland, illustration.