Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our
future.
This week's book is Cloud Atlas by David Mitchel and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
Seasons flow in a cycle.
Life too, passes through difficult winters.
But after any winter, spring will follow.
This week's book is Tales from the Cafe: Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast
over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly,
obediently, innocently slay one another.
This week's book is All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
As we're coming to the end of our reading list, we'll be choosing books at the meeting. You may like to consider the unread books list and the unreadable books list.
In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous space and time
suspended, the great doors open to black eternity, the rising across the terrible field of that last enormous,
unanswerable question.
This week's book is Titus Groan by Mervyn Peake and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
When rationality begins to break down, the circuits of the human brain can overload. Axons grow bright and
feverish. Hallucinations turn real: the quicksilver puddle at the point where perspective makes parallel lines seem to
intersect is really there; the dead walk and talk; a rose begins to sing.
This week's book is The Mist by Stephen King and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take
the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.
This week's book is Steppenwolf by Herman Hesse and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fibre and liquids- and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am
invisible because people refuse to see me ... When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments
of their imagination — indeed, everything and anything except me.
This week's book is Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
Love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a
similar experience to the two people involved.
This week's book is The Ballad of the Sad Café by Carson McCullers and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, ‘Do trousers matter ?’
The mood will pass, sir.
This week's book is The Code of the Woosters by P G Wodehouse and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
“Sometimes I think,” she said slowly, “that if a man were to spend a day being a woman in America, he wouldn't make it
past noon.”
This week's book is Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
Why do I have all these thoughts if the job I’m doing is mainly technical ? Why do I have these thoughts if the reason
I’m here is primarily to increase production ? From what perspective are these thoughts productive ? Was there an error in
the update ? If there was, I’d like to be rebooted.
This week's book is The Employees: A workplace novel of the 22nd century by Olga Ravn and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
Pandemics don’t approach like wars, with the distant thud of artillery growing louder every day and flashes of bombs on
the horizon. The arrive in retrospect, essentially. It’s disorienting. The pandemic is far away and then it’s all around
you with seemingly no intermediate step.
This week's book is Sea of Tranquility by Emily St John Mandel and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such
advice mean ? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far
down upon us out of Heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon
it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.
This week's book is Villette by Charlotte Brontë and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.