I am looking for a book to
read. It is a very special book. I imagine it as a face with no lines. I don't know its title nor its author. Who knows, sometimes I think I am looking for a book that I would write myself. I don't know. But I fantasise so much about this unknown book, already so intensely loved. Here is one of the fantasys: I would be reading it and suddenly, after finishing a phrase, with tears in my eyes I would say in ecstasy of pain and long awaited liberation: "But I didn't know that we can do everything, my God !" Clarice Lispector (1920-1977) in A Descoberta do Mundo. |
One can find links to useful websites, such as preprint servers, news networks and job hunting agencies with just a little routine googling ! I keep gathering the links below, however, purely for pleasure and self-indulgence, which probably means they are not the first thing that would appear in your search engine. You might still be positively surprised by them... |