The Mysterious Benedict Society and The Perilous Journey

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey is a bestselling children's novel written by Trenton Lee Stewart and illustrated by Diana Sudyka, published in 2008. It is the second book in the series, following The Mysterious Benedict Society.

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    They threw off their clothes, and he gathered her to him, and found her, found the pure lambent reality of her for ever invisible flesh. Quenched, inhuman, his fingers upon her unrevealed nudity were the fingers of silence upon silence, the body of mysterious night upon the body of mysterious night, the night masculine and feminine, never to be seen with the eye, or known with the mind, only known as a palpable revelation of living otherness.
    —D.H. (David Herbert)

    We have not the motive to prepare ourselves for a “life-work” of teaching, of social work—we know that we would lay it down with hallelujah in the height of our success, to make a home for the right man. And all the time in the background of our consciousness rings the warning that perhaps the right man will never come. A great love is given to very few. Perhaps this make-shift time filler of a job is our life work after all.
    —Ruth Benedict (1887–1948)

    The political core of any movement for freedom in the society has to have the political imperative to protect free speech.
    bell hooks (b. 1955)

    ‘Tis chastity, my brother, chastity.
    She that has that is clad in complete steel,
    And like a quivered nymph with arrows keen
    May trace huge forests and unharbored heaths,
    Infamous hills and sandy perilous wilds,
    Where, through the sacred rays of chastity,
    No savage fierce, bandit, or mountaineer
    Will dare to soil her virgin purity.
    John Milton (1608–1674)

    So every journey that I make
    Leads me, as in the story he was led,
    To some new ambush, to some fresh mistake:
    So every journey I begin foretells
    A weariness of daybreak, spread
    With carrion kisses, carrion farewells.
    Philip Larkin (1922–1986)