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Natalie Maclean is one of America’s leading wine writers and here are her recommended book and wine pairings:

Classic Book and Wine Pairings

‘Don’t you ever mind,’ she asked suddenly, ‘not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?’
The House of Mirth, Edith Wharton
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at the bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual fife upon another: each leaves the passionate lover, or no less the passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his subject. Philosophically considered, therefore, the two passions seem essentially the same, except that one happens to be seen in a celestial radiance, and the other in a dusky and lurid glow.
The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne
Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint.
Fanny Price, Mansfield Park by Jane Austen (via quote-book)
Spoiler Alert: The minister is Hester’s baby daddy!

Taylor Swift should have read this book and then maybe she wouldn’t have committed this epic error

Perhaps she would have liked to confide all these things to someone. But how tell an undefinable uneasiness, changing as the clouds, unstable as the winds? Words failed her and, by the same token, the opportunity, the courage.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via distantheartbeats)
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men,
Where throngs of knights and barons bold
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,
With stores of ladies whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit or arms, while both contend
To win her grace whom all commend.
“L’Allegro,” John Milton
» Subsidize Poe house? Quoth city: Nevermore

Get it together, Baltimore. Step-up and make people want to visit this museum. 

BALTIMORE — Even now, 162 years after his death here, Edgar Allan Poe seems to be suffering from the kind of bad luck that haunted his life.

For a second year, city leaders won’t subsidize a museum in the tiny house where the impoverished Mr. Poe lived from about 1833 to 1835, a decision that means it may have to close soon.

Since the city cut off its $85,000 in annual support last year, the house has been running on reserve funds, which are expected to run out as early as next summer.

Consultants hired by the city will try to devise a business plan to make the Edgar Allan Poe House financially self-sufficient, possibly by updating its exhibits to draw more visitors. But the museum sits amid a housing project far off the city’s tourist track and attracts only 5,000 visitors a year.

“It would be ironic, after all these years of aggressively and actively promoting the Poe House and the Poe grave, to have it close,” Jeff Jerome, the house’s curator for more than 30 years, said.

He said that to switch suddenly to a self-supporting model was impractical, given that the house generates only a small amount of revenue from admissions, special events, and the sale of books and T-shirts.

The chief of Baltimore’s planning department, Thomas Stosur, said that because of the city’s budget gap last year, the cut was unavoidable. “Everybody was under the gun to focus more on core services,” he said.

The city continues to provide a $55,500 grant to the Babe Ruth Birthplace Museum, which is more centrally situtated and draws six times more visitors a year than the Poe House.

For decades, Baltimore has prized its association with Mr. Poe, a master of the macabre who inspired the name for the city’s National Football League team, the Ravens.

It is here that he nurtured his fledgling career as a writer and where he died, in 1849 at age 40, after he was found in a tavern delirious and in distress, two years after his young wife and cousin, Virginia, died of tuberculosis. They lived at 203 North Amity St., having married in 1836, when she was 13 and he was 27.

The Poe House, owned by the Baltimore City Housing Authority, is designated a landmark, so it’s in no danger of being torn down even if it closes as a museum.

It is about a mile from Mr. Poe’s grave in the Westminster Burying Ground, where for decades a mysterious visitor left a half-filled bottle of cognac and three roses every year on his birthday, Jan. 19.

Because of who Mr. Poe was and what he wrote about, his presence seems stronger in this house than, say, somewhere that George Washington once slept. Writers including Stephen King visit, and tourists try to spook each other. People often ask whether the house is haunted. The official answer is a soft no.

But the final verdict may fall to Vincent Price, the actor who visited the house some years ago before his death in 1993. Mr. Jerome said Mr. Price, who played roles in many macabre films, paid it perhaps its highest compliment. “This house,” Mr. Price said, “gives me the creeps.”

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That evening seemed to be made up of exquisite moments.
Persuasion, Jane Austen
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(Source: quote-book)

The hall of the house was cool as a vault…she felt like a nun who has left the world and feels fold around her the familiar veils and the response to old devotions. The cook whistled in the kitchen. She heard the click of the typewriter. It was her life, and, bending over the hall table, she bowed beneath its influence, she felt blessed and purified, saying to herself…how moments like this are buds on the tree of life, flowers of darkness they are, she thought (as if some lovely rose had blossomed for her eyes only); not for a moment did she believe in God; but all the more, she thought…one must pay back from this secret deposit of exquisite moments.
Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
When the dessert and wine were arranged, and Mrs. Dashwood and Elinor were left by themselves, they remained long together in a similarity of thoughtfulness and silence.
Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen
When the people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts for others to look at and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to.
Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston
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