Sunday Trees & Chekhov Quotes (and old literary comics PART 2)

Last year in November (here) I did a Sunday Trees post with a few old literary comics.

I decided to have another take on this combination.

First, my November trees:

Richmond, VA: 11-30-2018 (For six weeks this fall, I had this awesome view on Tuesday and Thursdays)

Richmond, VA: 11-28-18 (Backlight glow – before incometh the snow)

Now the literary comics:

 

 

 

Do you have a comic you like from this post?

My two favs are the headstone and the smiling secretary who offers to reject the manuscript for the writer.

The “James Joyce was misunderstood here” comic reminds me of blogger etinkerbell (HERE) – she writes about so many authors, but for some reason I always think of her with JJ.

The “Damn Good Writer” headstone reminds me of Trent (HERE) and a few other authors who write just to write.

The Chekhov comic reminds me of a lit teacher I once had (at UB) who sucked and only later did I get what I needed about the authors he tried to teach about:

So let’s close with two Chekhov quotes:

“Why are we worn out? Why do we, who start out so passionate, brave, noble, believing, become totally bankrupt by the age of thirty or thirty-five? Why is it that one is extinguished by consumption, another puts a bullet in his head, a third seeks oblivion in vodka, cards, a fourth, in order to stifle fear and anguish, cynically tramples underfoot the portrait of his pure, beautiful youth? Why is it that, once fallen, we do not try to rise, and, having lost one thing, we do not seek another? Why?”

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“When asked, “Why do you always wear black?”, he said, “I am mourning for my life.”

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“Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and when he dies only the five senses that we know perish with him, and the other ninety-five remain alive.”

 

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priorhouse blog 2018

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