#so they wont even credit the generator that spat this out for them

[dromaeo-sauridae]

what are these

weird mashed up flowers

skulls? i can get behind skulls but they look so weird? they look fused into the wall

dont even know what this is

another cluttered mess. why is there a stovetop there? the kettle seems to merge with that wooden.. thing. theres also a handle in a really weird place on those uneven cabinets

more weird flowers i assume

this is just a mess.

are those lights IN the flowers? herbs? whatever that mass of shit is?

a light fixture? possibly? at a weird angle with flowers seemingly fused to it

these beams dont go all the way across the ceiling. there's also a weird grainy texture over everything

ai trash.

My dream kitchen in a cozy cottage.

[dodgergilmore]

YAS give me more jess/rory analysis PLEASE ❤

I ended up expanding on my season 3 thoughts in another post, so I’ll just ramble on about something different if we’re all good with that!

Let’s discuss how “You could do more.” is, in some ways, the thesis of the whole Rory and Jess dynamic.

When Rory is not amused by his magic trick during one of their very first interactions (what a sentence lmao), it shows that she isn’t going to put up with the facade he puts on in Stars Hollow. She doesn’t shy away from speaking her mind and pushes him to take responsibility for his actions:

“All [Luke] does is stick up for you, and all you do is make his life harder. I guess that's what you have to do when you're trying to be Holden Caulfield, but I think it stinks. (...) Funny, I never pegged you as clueless, my mistake.”

Again, Rory points out the act Jess puts on but this also shows how she isn’t going to just passively allow him to act in such ways because she doesn’t see him as the nuisance/lost cause that much of the town sees him as. Instead, she holds him to a higher standard because she knows he isn’t clueless.

After a well-intentioned suggestion on Rory’s part, we see her at odds with the expectations placed on her by the town as she becomes “the poster girl for censorship” and she can openly discuss this with Jess as someone who would understand where she’s coming from, because he is one person who is not charmed by Stars Hollow’s small town antics. Her future isn’t bound to this place, so when Jess questions what Rory and Dean talk about, saying that ‘he doesn’t seem like her kind of guy’ it adds another layer to that conversation; let’s be real, Jess is not coming from a place of entirely pure intentions but after season 1, Dean is basically the town’s golden boy (despite previously being the new kid in town) and thus is the embodiment of one of the two worlds Rory is caught between throughout the series: Stars Hollow. But right from the Pilot, we know that Rory is set to “do more” than Stars Hollow. That whole sidestory in 2x12 and its relation to Rory could be an analysis of its own, which I don’t think I am equipped to offer at this time...

By 2x13, Rory is pushing against and growing frustrated with Lorelai’s view of Jess. Rory recognises that Jess should not need a tutor, after trying to explain his margin-writing to Lorelai in the previous episode, and it’s clear that Rory believes in Jess in a way that he himself does not at this point. He meets her words of encouragement and “you could do more” with cynicism but Rory remains unconvinced. Schooling should not be a measure of success – and by season 6 it ends up being beside the point anyway – but it is interesting that Jess’ reasoning for not going to college has nothing to do with himself and everything to do with what others have to say about him.

And why aren’t you going to college? (...)

Ask my mother, she could give you a couple reasons. Oh, and I’m sure Principal Mertin can chime in with a few good ones. In fact, ask your mother. She doesn’t know me all that well but I’m sure she could improvise a few things.

Do not give me that whole ‘I’m so misunderstood, Kurt Cobainy’ thing. You are way stronger than that and I don’t even wanna hear it.

That whole conversation in the car really is The Goods. The paths they have planned for themselves could not be more different but still, they offer each other the same unwavering support and encouragement.

I wont go into detail because I think I’ve already addressed this in my previous posts today but “you could do more” comes into play even during their relationship in that Jess, as we know, does not generate the most positive views from the people of Stars Hollow, perhaps believing that Rory could do more, so to speak, than him. If nothing else, the town definitely thinks so.

Jess shows support for Rory’s Harvard-and then-Yale dreams, which is one of many reasons his reappearance in 6x08 works so well. He assumes she graduated early before considering she wasn’t in school; when Rory keeps commenting on how her circumstances are “all temporary” Jess is visibly... I don’t know that I’d say concerned at this point but he is definitely taken aback.

I know it's good. Jess, you've got such a great brain. I knew that if you could just sit down and stop shaking it around, you could do something like this. I knew it. I knew it.

I know you did. (...) So, I just basically wanted to show you that. Uh, tell you... tell you that I couldn't have done it without you.

Obviously Jess is confirming her “you could do more” sentiments when he explicitly credits the role she played in helping him find success for himself. In doing so, this reassures Rory that she was right about something after feeling the defeat of Mitchum’s words for however many months by this point, and also reminds her of the ambitions she once had for herself.

Neither of them do or say these sort things for “I want to be with you” reasons but for “I want good things for you” reasons. It doesn’t come from a romantic place – they sincerely want the other to succeed, even if that means being apart. Even after everything that happened, Rory is saying “I hope you're good. I want you to be good.” in that 3x22 phone call, and then this in 6x08:

You know that section toward the front, the staff recommendations? I'm gonna grab a copy of your book and put it in that section, and then I'm going to write my own little recommendation on a card and attach it so people see it and buy it.

Please, that’s just cute :(

Of course it ends up ending in absolute MESS but she goes all the way to Philadelphia to see his open house. Imagine if she hadn’t checked the mail that day lmao

I just got the flier, and I don't know. I just wanted to see your place, but then this...

In AYITL, Jess hears Rory out as she divulges the state her life is in then reassures her that she’s in a rut that she is fully capable of getting out of. “Where is this coming from? What inspired you?” indeed. The implications, y’know??

Now I’m going to circle back to what I said about Dean representing Stars Hollow for a moment here. Logan very overtly represents the world of wealth and like I said, Rory is between these two worlds. Rory is a balance of the world of her grandparents and her mother; what’s interesting about Jess is that he doesn’t belong to either world, really. He can exist in the world of Stars Hollow because of his familial connections and history there and that brings us some little moments that are not at all deep, but I absolutely love anyway:

Can't wait to hear how you bagged the job.

It was the usual thing; I submitted my resume, plus samples of my work, I was thoroughly vetted, there were several lengthy interviews, plus complex negotiations over salary, benefits, parking–

You asked Taylor.

Pretty much.

And then when he asks Rory over the phone to fill him in on the ‘showbiz spat’ in 3x14. Stars Hollow has an important role in Rory’s life, and Jess is able to understand that world in a way that Logan simply can’t – if I recall, he is actually quite endeared by the town when he makes his first official visit there in season 7.

Season 5 makes Dean’s place in Rory’s life very clear, first with “What am I doing here, Rory? I don't belong here. Not anymore.” in 5x08 and then in 5x18, when Dean is used as a direct parallel to Luke:

They want more than this. Don’t you see that? And all you are is this. (...) This town, it’s all you are, and it’s not enough. She’s going to get bored, and you can’t take her anywhere. You’re here forever.

It’s... kind of an odd comparison to make in that Lorelai is quite happy with her Stars Hollow life and hasn’t indicated that she wants “more” than this. For Rory, though, it does reiterate that she wants more than Stars Hollow can offer her. I’ve discussed this before but the world of wealth and Logan, while initially intriguing to Rory, loses its shine during season 6 and she ultimately rejects it in that she doesn’t want to be bound by it. It offers temporary thrills and escapism, but she ends up having to enter the real world.

In Summer, Rory talks about looking at places in Queens so that might be the best, most recent indicator of where Rory wants to be in terms of geography. Just like Rory, Jess isn’t bound to any particular world – bouncing around from place-to-place in the original series, not unlike Rory in the revival – and together... they can do more. And that is that on soulmate-ism!

All in all, they hold each other to high standards not because they idealise one another or put each other on pedestals but because they genuinely believe in each other’s capabilities. They actively push each other to do more and important to note is that they hear each other in these moments; maybe not always immediately but they get there eventually because by the end, it’s clear they have a certain respect and fondness for each other. I like that they don’t passively roll along with whatever the other chooses to do, which may be the very reason some people don’t like them. As much as their dynamic evolves with time, there are just some things that remain a constant...

[happys-crazy-queen22]

The Enemy Of My Step-Brother Is My Lover Part 5 and Final Part

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The final part Dollies, hope you like it and it tells you everything you need to know.

Happy Reading Dollies.

Thank you all.❤❤

Reggie drove you to the house, you were nervous. You haven't seen your mom since the night in the hospital. Having left off on a bad mood, you thought you would make up until you suspect your mother being involved in your beating with the Ghoulies. "Don't say anything Reggie, don't hint or talk about it until I bring it up, got it"? "Yeah, I want to know too but I'll let you talk first". He turned the knob and entered with you behind him. Your mom was standing at the door way, waiting for you with a hug. Has she lost her mind? "Hi mom". You somewhat patted her back. "Hello, sweet heart, how are you doing"? "I'm doing better but after what I found out today things have taken a turn for the worse". "Oh god, you're pregnant"! She threw up her hands, heading to the kitchen with the knifes. "No I'm not and if I was does it matter"? "Yes it does, you will never be excepted into this world". "What the fuck are you talking about, you crazy lady"? "Don't take that tone with me". She took the knife from the roast sitting on the counter, pointing it at you. You stepped back. "It was you"? "Oh what do you mean"? She went back to carving the roast. "Telling the Ghoulies where I was". "You did that to your own daughter"? "Why"? "I thought if you would see that Sweet Pea was a bad person and associates with trash you would leave him but you didn't, so I had to take matters into my own hands". "By trying to kill me"? "You just got your ribs bruised, that’s all". "I was in the hospital for three weeks, with those just bruised ribs".  "You didn't even try to make up, but I guess if my plan didn't work, I wouldn't want to either". "I can't see why you have a problem with Sweet Pea, he has always been nice when you saw him". "He is Southside scum and I will not have my name be talked around town that I am associated with them". Her voiced turned angry. "We lived in southside before you got married to Reggie's dad". "That was home to us". "We both grew up there". "I am better than that now, so were you until you started hanging around them again but now you're just trash like the rest of them". She spat, her words cold like ice. "So you tried to take out the trash, starting with your daughter"? "I see". "You know, you're just a gold digging whore, white trash, northsider wanna be little bitch and I'm glad that I'm Southside, I know I wont turn out like you". She was shocked, coming around the corner still carrying the knife. "I got me out of that shit hole you call home and I will never go back, not you or anyone else will take this away from me". "No one". "So all this was about you"? "If I wasn't around, you wouldn't have to hear about it"? "Right". "Then why not just leave me alone, let me live my life, you could go on and act like you don't have a daughter"? "Cause every time I would walk out that damn door, all I would hear is how is Y/N, why is she living on the southside with a Serpent"? "I was sick of it, it made my life hell". "Even your step-dad kept asking why you aren't coming home, like he really cares about you"? "You know I thought Reggie was the attention seeking whore of the family but he's looking mighty good right now compared to you". "I should have let your dad take you with him when he left". She turned around going back to the counter. "You should have, dad was right, all you do care about is yourself thats why he left". "What do you know, you were three when he left us in that shit trailer park". "When I was sixteen I found him and got into contact, I've seen him about a hundred times behind your back". "He loves me for who I am unlike you". "He only loves the Serpents and his whores". She scoffed You laughed. "Yeah he loves the Serpents, they're family but the only whore he loved was you, you're the one that was running around, I have no clue how you snagged Reggies dad, he's way out of your southside league". Thats when she snapped, running at you with the knife. She had sliced your arm from your wrist to your elbow as you shielded yourself from the stab. She stepped back, looking confused. Reggie and his dad came running in. "What's going on in here"? He asked looking at her than at your arm. "She attacked me, again". "Again, where else are you hurt"? He looked you over. "That night after you hauled in Sweet Pea she found some Ghoulies and had me attacked". "You what"? "She was ruining my plans, my life". She cried, sliding down the wall. "So you attack her"? "She is messing up my perfect image". She yelled at him, throwing a tantrum on the floor, kicking and screaming, with the knife still in her hand. "You didn't have anything to do with this"? You asked him as he wrapped a towel around your arm. "At first, just with bringing Sweet Pea in that was suppose to scare you into breaking up with him but after that I didn't know she was going that far". "Reggie and you are innocent, I thought it was you two trying to get rid of me cause of the Serpents and Sweet Pea"? "Yes we don't like the Serpents but we would never hurt you, I can't believe you thought that". "When Reggie found out about Pea and I, I thought you would do anything to stop us from being together"? "I tried but you seemed to love him and what am I to do about your love for him". "When she found out it didn't work, she did go a little crazy, she changed". "Yeah, I can see that". "What should we do"? "Reggie has called a ambulance for you and the cops for her". He looked down at your mother still withering on the floor, like a fish out of water. "He also called Sweet Pea, I know you want him here". "Thanks...dad". You smiled at him, he grinned from ear to ear. "I'm glad to have you as a daughter but I made a mistake with your mother". "You've always been nice to me, helping me adjust to living with your son, I just want to say thanks". "I know we aren't the easiest people to deal with and I was hard on Sweet Pea and you and I'm sorry about it, I didn't mean for you to get hurt". "Its okay, now I know where true family lies". "Blood or not". Hearing the sirens pull up to your house and the roars the bikes. Your step-dad helped you up and walked you to the front door. Sweet Pea pushed everyone one out of the way to get to you. He stopped at he saw the blood, then looked at your Step-dad. "What have you done to her". He pulled him off of you. "Pea, he's cool, he had nothing to do with it". "My mom did this, she did everything". "Are you okay"? "Yeah, just alittle shaken but I'm fine now that you are here". Sweet Pea kissed your head as the paramedics came to you, taking you to the ambulance. "Was it all because of me"? Sweet Pea asked your Step-dad. "Yes and no, her mom had this thing that Y/N was trying to ruin her image as a northsider". "I beginning to think she's crazy". "She is, after going after Y/N she needs help". "She'll get help, but don't think about that, Y/N needs you now". You were getting patched up, you looked and saw your Step-dad and Sweet Pea talking and getting along, it made you happy. Then an horrible screech came from inside the house. The police tried handcuffing your mother but she slipped for their grips and came after Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea struggled with her as Sheriff Keller pulled her by her waist trying to get her off. Your heart stopped. "Someone help him, get her off". You screamed. Finally she let go but not with out damage. Paramedics rushed to Pea, his arms hand claw marks and bite marks. She laughed as they took her to the cop car, blood around her mouth. Sweet Pea looked horrified but as he came down he smiled and mouthed he was okay. You had held it in for so long that the tears flowed and didn't stop until you where in the hospital sitting beside Sweet Pea as you both got stitched up, with your head on his shoulder. "You know during all of this I forgot that next week we graduate". Pea spoke bringing you out of the daze you where in. "Wow, I forgot too". "Wont you miss the years in high school"? You asked giggling. "No, especially these past few months but the only good things that came out of it was you and my friends". "I don't know where I would be with out you all". "Pea I love you". "I love you too, college better be better than this". He chuckled. "It will be, you'll have me". You looked up at him, he was the best thing to happen to you and you weren't letting go.

A week later. "I'd like to congratulate the class of 2018, well done, you are free to spread your wings and fly". Principal Weatherbee spoke over the clapping. Both your father and step-father was front roll to see their daughter graduate. The crowd of students went wild, throwing their hats in the air. Sweet Pea grabbed you and kissed you as the hats fell. Jughead kissed Betty as Toni and Cheryl kissed while Archie and Veronica kissed, with Fangs and Kevin looking awkwardly at each other. Riverdale high was just a piece of cake that you had to eat, yes it was bitter half way through it but it ended on a sweet note and you wouldn't trade it for any other cake out there. Sweet Pea and you went to college together, he studied to be a lawyer to help the Serpents when the town of Riverdale was breathing down their necks. Which was all the time, he had his hands full but he did it for his family. You decided to become a teacher, you wanted to teach the next generation that there is no Southside and Northside, there is just friends and family. Your family taught you that and you wanted to pass it on. Since you somewhat came from both, you knew what they would be getting into.

[vampireadamooc]

Lecture II: Suggestions And Perversions Of The Rite

2.3 - A New Nature Through New Blood

It was a primeval idea, of universal sway, that the taking in of another's blood was the acquiring of another's life, with all that was best in that other's nature. It was not merely that the taking away of blood was the taking away of life; but that the taking in of blood was the taking in of life, and of all that that life represented. Here, again, the heart, as the fountain of blood, and so as the center and source of life, was pre-eminently the agency of transfer in the acquiring of a new nature.

Herodotus tells us of this idea in the far East, twenty-four centuries ago. When a Scythian, he said, killed his first man in open warfare, he drank in his blood as a means of absorbing his fairly acquired life; and the heads of as many as he slew, the Scythian carried

Berwick's Daily Life and Origin of Tasmatnam, p. 89; cited in Spencer's Des. Soc., III., 43,

in triumph to the king; 1 as the American Indian bears away the scalps of his slain, today. Modern historians, indeed, show us other resemblances than this between the aboriginal American and the ancient Scythian.

The Jesuit founder of the Huron Mission to the American Indians, "its truest hero, and its greatest martyr," was Jean de Brebeuf. After a heroic life among a savage people, he was subjected to frightful torture, and to the cruelest death. His character had won the admiration of those who felt that duty to their gods demanded his martyrdom; and his bearing under torture exalted him in their esteem, as heroic beyond compare." He came of a noble race," says Parkman, 2 "the same [race], it is said, from which sprang the English Earls of Arundel; but never had the mailed barons of his line confronted a fate so appalling, with so prodigious a constancy. To the last he refused to flinch, and 'his death was an astonishment to his murderers.'"

"We saw no part of his body," wrote an eye-witness, 3 "from head to foot, which was not burned [while he was yet living], even to his eyes, in the sockets of which these wretches had placed live coals." Such manhood as he displayed under these tortures, the Indians could appreciate.

Hist., IV, 64

Jesuits in No Am. in 17th Cent., p. 389 f.

Ragueneau; cited by Parkman.

Such courage and constancy as his, they longed to possess for themselves. When, therefore, they perceived that the brave and faithful man of God was finally sinking into death, they sprang toward him, scalped him, "laid open his breast, and came in a crowd to drink the blood of so valiant an enemy; thinking to imbibe with it some portion of his courage. A chief then tore out his heart, and devoured it."

Not unlike this has been a common practice among the American Indians, in the treatment of prisoners of war. "If the victim had shown courage," again says Parkman, concerning the Hurons, "the heart was first roasted, cut into small pieces, and given to the young men and boys, who devoured it, to increase their own courage." 1 So, similarly, with the Iroquois. 2 And Burton says of the Dakotas: 3 "They are not cannibals, except when a warrior, after slaying a foe, eats, porcupine-like, the heart or liver, with the idea of increasing his own courage." Schomburgk, writing concerning the natives of British Guiana, says: "In order to increase their courage, and [so their] contempt of death, the Caribs were wont to cut out the heart of a slain enemy, dry it on the fire, powder it, and mix the powder in their drink." 4

Jesuits in No. Am., Introduction, p. xxxix.

Ibid., p, 250.

City of the Saints, p. 117. See also Appendix.

Reisn in Brit. Guian., II., 430, cited in Spencer's Des, Soc., VI., 36.

The native Australians find, it is said, an inducement to bloodshed, in their belief like that of the ancient Scythians that the life, or the spirit, of the first man whom one slays, enters into the life of the slayer, and remains as his helpful possession thereafter. 1 The Ashantee fetishmen, of West Africa, apparently acting on a kindred thought, make a mixture of the hearts of enemies, mingled with blood and consecrated herbs, for the vivifying of the conquerors. "All who have never before killed an enemy eat of the preparation; it being believed that if they did not, their energy would be secretly wasted by the haunting spirits of their deceased foes." 2 The underlying motive of the bloody "head-hunting" in Borneo, is the Dayak belief, that the spirits of those whose heads are taken are to be subject to him who does the decapitating. The heads are primarily simply the proof like the Indian's scalps that their owner has so many lives absorbed in his own. 3

A keen observer of Fellaheen life in Palestine has reported: 4

Trans, of Ethn Soc. new series, III., 240, cited in Spencer's Des. Soc, III., 36.

Beecham's Ashantee and the Gold Coast, p. 211; cited in Spencer's Des Soc., IV , 33.

See Tyler's Primitive Culture, I., 459; also Bock's Head Hunters of Borneo, passim.

Mis. Finn's "Fellaheen of Palestine" in Surv. of West. Pal. "Special Papers," p, 360.

"There is an ugly expression used among the fellaheen of South Palestine, in speaking of an enemy slain in war 'Dhabbahhtho bisnany' ('I slew him with my teeth') l; and it is said that there have been instances of killing in battle in this fashion by biting at the throat. In the Nablous district (Samaria), where the people are much more ferocious, the expression is, 'I have drunk his blood'; but that is understood figuratively."

An ancient Greek version of the story of Jason, telling of that hero's treatment of the body of Apsyrtos whom he had slain says: "Thrice he tasted the blood, thrice [he] spat it out between his teeth;" and a modern collator informs us that the scholiast here finds "the description of an archaic custom, popular among murderers." 2 This certainly corresponds with the Semitic phrases lingering among the Fellaheen of Palestine.

In the old German epic, the Nibelungen Lied, it is told of the brave Burgundians, when they were fighting desperately in the burning hall of the Huns, that they were given new courage for the hopeless conflict by drinking the blood of their fallen comrades; which "quenched their thirst, and made them fierce." 3

This is Mrs. Finn's rendering of it; but it should be "I sacrificed him with my teeth." The Arabic word is obviously dhabaha (أضحية), identical with the Hebrew zabhakh (לְזַבֵּחַ) "to sacrifice."

Lang's Custom and Myth, p. 95 f.; also Grimm's Household Tales p. lxvni.

Cox and Jones's Pop. Rom. of Mid. Ages, p. 310.

With their added life, from the added blood of heroes, they battled as never before.

"It strung again their sinews, and failing strength renewed. This, in her lover's passion, many a fair lady rued." 1

Is there not, indeed, a trace of the primitive custom thus recognized in all quarters of the globe of absorbing the life of a slain one by drinking in his blood, in our common phrase, "blood-thirstiness," as descriptive of a life-seeker? That phrase certainly gains added force and appropriateness in the light of this universal idea.

It is evident that the wide-spread popular belief in nature-absorption through blood-appropriation, has included the idea of a tribal absorption of new life in vicarious blood. Alcedo, a Spanish-American writer, has illustrated this in his description of the native Araucanians of South America. When they have triumphed in war, they select a representative prisoner for official and vicarious execution. After due preparation, they "give him a handful of small sticks and a sharp stake, with which they oblige him to dig a hole in the ground; and in this they order him to cast the sticks one by one, repeating the names of the principal warriors of his country, while at the same time the surrounding soldiers load these abhorred names with the bitterest execrations.

Lettsom's Nibel. Lied, p. 373.

He is then ordered to cover the hole, as if to bury therein the reputation and valor of their enemies, whom he has named. After this ceremony, the toqui, or one of his bravest companions to whom he relinquishes the honor of the execution, dashes out the brains of the prisoner with a club. The heart is immediately taken out, and presented palpitating to the general, who sucks a little of the blood, and passes it to his officers, who repeat in succession the same ceremony." 1 And in this way the life of the conquered tribe passes, symbolically, into the tribal life of the conquerors.

Burckhardt was so surprised at a trace of this idea in Nubia, that he could hardly credit the information concerning it; "although several persons asserted it to be a fact," he says; and he "heard no one contradict it." 2 As he learned it: "Among the Hallenga, who draw their origin from Abyssinia, a horrible custom is said to attend the revenge of blood. When the slayer has been seized by the relatives of the deceased, a family feast is proclaimed, at which the murderer is brought into the midst of them, bound upon an angareyg; and while his throat is slowly cut with a razor, the blood is caught in a bowl, and handed round amongst the guests;

Thompson's Alerdo Geog. and Hist. Dict. of America, I., 408; cited in Spencer's Des. Soc., VI., 19.

Travels in Numbia, p. 356.

every one of whom is bound to drink of it, at the moment the victim breathes his last" The forfeited life of the murderer here seems to be surrendered to, and formally appropriated by, the family, or clan, which he had, to the same extent, depleted of character and life.

A practice not unlike this is reported of the Australians, in their avenging the blood of a murdered person. They devour their victims; who are selected from the tribe of the murderer, although they may be personally innocent of the murder. The tribe depleted by the murder replaces its loss by blood which is life from the tribe of the murderer. Indeed, "when any one of a tribe [in New South Wales] dies a natural death, it is usual to avenge [or to cancel] the loss of the deceased by taking blood from one or other of his friends." 1 In this way, the very life and being of those whose blood is taken, go to restore to the bereaved ones the loss that death has brought to them.

Strange as this idea may seem to us, its root-thought, as a fact, is still an open question in the realm of physiological science. The claim is positive, in medical works, that insanity has been cured by the transfusion of a sane man's blood; 2

Trans, of Ethn. Soc., II, 246, and Angas's Austr. and New Zeal., I, 73, 227, 462, cited in Spencei's Des. Soc. Ill , 26.

See Dict. Med et Chir. Prat, Art. "Transfusion"; also Roussel's Transf. of Blood, pp. 78-88.

that a normal mind has been restored, through a normal life gained in new blood. Moreover, the question, how far the nature, or the characteristics, of an organism, are affected, in blood transfusion, by the nature, or the characteristics, of the donor of the transfused blood, is by no means a settled one among scientists. Referring to a series of questions in this line, propounded by Robert Doyle, more than two centuries ago, Roussel has said, within the past decade: "No one has been able to give any positive answers to them, based upon well-conducted operations"; and, "they still await solution in 1877, as in 1667." 1

Transf. of Blood, p. 19.