Welcome to Bookmarker!

This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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5 years, 10 months ago

bidding-based ranking was clearly inferior

In February 1998, a small Pasadena company named GoTo started auctioning placement in search results they bought from other providers. Six months later, they claimed to have more than a thousand paying customers. According to GoTo, you didn't need fancy algorithms to determine relevance, just the i…

—p.26 I'm Feeling Lucky: The Confessions of Google Employee Number 59 by Douglas Edwards
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5 years, 10 months ago

a quivering haze of sun against the scintillation of the sea

Graded gardens on hillsides, a succession of terraces whose every stone step ejected a gaudy grasshopper, dropped from ledge to ledge seaward, with the olives and the oleanders fairly toppling over each other in their haste to obtain a view of the beach. There our child kneeled motionless to be pho…

—p.308 Speak, Memory (An Autobiography Revisited) by Vladimir Nabokov
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5 years, 10 months ago

an infinity of sensation and thought within a finite existence

Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I am in the habit of immediately drawing radii from my love—from my heart, from the tender nucleus of a personal matter—to monstrously remote points of the universe. Something impels me to measure the consciousness of my love against such unimagina…

—p.296 by Vladimir Nabokov
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5 years, 10 months ago

the dull day had dwindled to a pale yellow streak inspo/setting

The dull day had dwindled to a pale yellow streak in the gray west when, acting upon an impulse, I decided to visit my old tutor. Like a sleepwalker, I mounted the familiar steps and automatically knocked on the half-open door bearing his name. In a voice that was a jot less abrupt, and a trifle mo…

—p.273 by Vladimir Nabokov
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I was not very popular with my teammates inspo/characterisation

But in England, at least in the England of my youth, the national dread of showing off and a too grim preoccupation with solid teamwork were not conducive to the development of the goalie’s eccentric art. This at least was the explanation I dug up for not being oversuccessful on the playing fields …

—p.267 by Vladimir Nabokov