work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6565,Mind's Eye,Reading,2009-06-16 00:00:00 UTC,"Sandy screwed her eyes even smaller in the effort of seeing with her mind. ""He would be wearing his pyjamas,"" she whispered back.
(p. 15)",,17440,"Spark devotes much of Sandy's characterization to her small, squinting, pig-like, almost non-existent eyes.","""Sandy screwed her eyes even smaller in the effort of seeing with her mind.""","",2009-09-14 19:50:10 UTC,Chapter 2
6565,"",Reading,2009-06-16 00:00:00 UTC,"The family had returned and their meetings were dangerous and exciting. The more she discovered him to be still in love with Jean Brodie, the more she was curious about the mind that loved the woman. By the end of the year it happened that she had quite lost interest in the man himself, but was deeply absorbed in his mind, from which she extracted, among other things, his religion as a pith from a husk. Her mind was as full of religion as a night sky is full of things visible and invisible. She left the man and took his religion and became a nun in the course of time.
(p. 132)",,17441,"","""By the end of the year it happened that she had quite lost interest in the man himself, but was deeply absorbed in his mind, from which she extracted, among other things, his religion as a pith from a husk.""","",2009-09-14 19:50:11 UTC,Chapter 6
6565,"",Reading,2009-06-16 00:00:00 UTC,"The family had returned and their meetings were dangerous and exciting. The more she discovered him to be still in love with Jean Brodie, the more she was curious about the mind that loved the woman. By the end of the year it happened that she had quite lost interest in the man himself, but was deeply absorbed in his mind, from which she extracted, among other things, his religion as a pith from a husk. Her mind was as full of religion as a night sky is full of things visible and invisible. She left the man and took his religion and became a nun in the course of time.
(p. 132)",,17442,"","""Her mind was as full of religion as a night sky is full of things visible and invisible. She left the man and took his religion and became a nun in the course of time.""","",2009-09-14 19:50:11 UTC,Chapter 6
8251,"",Reading,2018-01-23 15:06:17 UTC,"January 31, 1944
My desk is the monument to my mind, and by the appearance of it, my mind must have intimate contact with garbage collectors. I don’t live by the day. I live by the second. What I can postpone that is unpleasant for another second, I do. If it requires four or five backbreaking steps to hang the skirt up instead of putting it on the back of the chair, it is put on the back of the chair -- to be hung up later. As the days go by and the stacks of clothes on the back of the chair get thicker and the mountains of paper and books on the desk rise, the walls of the room gradually diminish until there is only a narrow rim left up around the ceiling. This has an irritating effect on Regina, which she voices in the strongest possible imperatives. The room is highly contradictory. Over the mantelpiece, a most mellow gray, aging picture of Christ -- gentle and benign, merciful yet stern, and looking just the least amused. He must be often. Hung by the side of the door, the Devil -- cross-eyed, thin, wicked -- my own creation. He is a peculiar wall piece, but he doesn’t disturb me. Over the bookcase, a china duck headed for infinite space -- only hoping that he will find a shore before he grows weak and drops into the sea.",,25119,"","""My desk is the monument to my mind, and by the appearance of it, my mind must have intimate contact with garbage collectors.""","",2018-01-23 15:06:17 UTC,""
8251,"",Reading,2018-01-23 15:07:47 UTC,"February 2, 1944
It is pleasanter to daydream than to work. It is pleasanter to be five years older and beautiful than status quo and under par, but I must force my loose mind into its overalls and get going. Once I am in, at least, I stay put. I think I will go back -- way back -- to when I first began. What I know about it is only hearsay. There is so little I know about them that I sometimes wonder just what they must have felt and how they must have acted with me. Me! Red and ugly with my latent heat, dribbling and drooling, howling and yelling, and otherwise letting nature take its course. But I was theirs and they loved me; and they never stopped, though at times it must have been mingled with contempt and kept alive by conscience. They probably enjoyed me more the first three years than they ever did later. I was too little to kill their pleasure then, too little for them to kill mine. When I grew less ugly (and from pictures I did show remarkable improvement after the first year), they must have had high hopes; they must have struggled even harder. I was totally unaware of them -- except as a satisfaction for my necessities. If, in my animal state, I recognized possession, it was because they were undoubtedly the most agreeable-looking creatures in cradle distance. Their heyday came when they got me home, though. I guess that day lasted about four years. I was their plaything, and I hope they played. They have never got a chance since.",,25120,"","""It is pleasanter to be five years older and beautiful than status quo and under par, but I must force my loose mind into its overalls and get going.""","",2018-01-23 15:07:47 UTC,""