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Emily Browning as Violet Baudelaire in Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events
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guy who needs to send an email so he completely isolates himself from the world misses out on every opportunity curls up in a ball and dies. and like 2 months later sends said email finally
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commenting on youtube is so funny whos grandpa is calling me a snowflake
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sorry just saw you reblog the housman posts and remembered that there's another good anecdote that i didn't post & maybe you haven't heard: he was once told that a colleague of his had called him the 'greatest living latin scholar.' to which his response was "if I was ... he wouldn't know it."
LOL he was such a bitch thank you so much for sending this i hadn't heard that one before
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Glass and bronze flask, Roman Syria, 1st-2nd century AD
from The Virginia Museum of Fine Arts
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Franz Pforr, detail from Nächtliche Heimkehr (1809) via altertuemliches.at
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“It’s easy for me to imagine Housman sitting in a favorite chair by a barely flickering gas fire, the brain grinding long and hard, wanting to explain things in his own way, monumental loneliness on top of him, but with no one to tell. The written word is an attempt at completeness when there is no one impatiently awaiting you in a dimly lit bedroom – awaiting your tales of the day, as the healing hands of someone who knew turn to you and touch you, and you lose yourself so completely in another that you are momentarily delivered from yourself. Whispering across the pillow comes a kind voice that might tell you how to get out of certain difficulties, from someone who might mercifully detach you from your complications. When there is no matching of lives, and we live on a strict diet of the self, the most intimate bond can be with the words that we write”
— MORRISSEY • AUTOBIOGRAPHY
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At one time the philosopher Wittgenstein lived on the same staircase [as Housman] as indeed did the art historian Anthony Blunt. Wittgenstein was one day taken short; and knocked at Housman's door and asked to use the lavatory. Housman just looked at him and said "Certainly not." and closed the door.
(Transcribed from the BBC's audio collection of Alan Bennett's Poetry in Motion)
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Of course, [Housman's] admirers were not expected to approach him, and anyone who took the poems to be messages in code or flags or distress, and on the strength of them, plucked up the courage to address what they took to be the 'real man', found themselves sharply rebuffed. And why not? If he could have revealed the real man, he would hardly have written the poems.
(Transcribed from the BBC's audio collection of Alan Bennett's Poetry in Motion)
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The Paris Opera Ballet School in 1976, by Guy Le Querrec.
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the incels should fuck eachother and fujoshis get to watch if they want. solves the issue of male lonliness with a little bonus for women as reparations or something.
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hold on sorry you're telling me the name of the boat was "the terror"?? i always assumed that was a retroactive name! did they WANT things to go horrifically awry???
obsessed with the implication that nominative determinism could have saved them
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she’s playing fucking reindeer games with you man
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and if a double decker bus
kj apa lowkey looks like morrissey
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