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"But for me it was enough if, in my own bed, my sleep was so heavy as completely to relax my consciousness; for then I lost all sense of the place in which I had gone to sleep, and when I awoke in the middle of the night, not knowing where I was, I could not even be sure at first who I was; I had only the most rudimentary sense of existence, such as may lurk and flicker in the depths of an animal’s consciousness;..."

"But if anyone asked, he would have told them that he never lived a life before he met her. And not after, either."

This book has the effect of coloring everything in its hue even after you put it down. It's a really nice read so far.

"Ничто не может превратить ее в пустоту. Она все лежит и лежит внутри меня в своем сияющем гробе. Как если бы она была мой неотъемлемый и необходимый орган. Похоже, так оно и есть. Она моя неотъемлемая рана.
Рана не от того, что она не осталась живой, а от того, что она вообще была."

"What was similar in Michael's desire for death, in the transport I felt at the sight of the flame consuming him, in the desire of the carnal union I felt with the girl, in the mystic shame with which I translated allegorically, and in the desire for joyous annihilation that moved the saint to die in his own love in order to live longer and eternally? ...love of the flame and abyss as a metaphor for the love of God."

CRYPTOGRAPHY??!??? WHAAT????? NECROMANTIC CRYPTOGRAPHY AND DECIPHIRING???? YIPPEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Giggling kicking my feet rn I love it when my interests of pentiment and cryptography smooch in this book 🥰🥰

"They (emotions) do so, it is generally agreed, not merely by being used to report our inward experiences -our sensations and feelings - but by referring also to our beliefs, desires, appraisals, and evaluations. In performing this task, our use of emotion-words presupposes both a system of social interactions and an interplay between our evaluative judgments and the desires that move us to action."

I love how many little elements I'm recognizing from Pentiment ✨

This is the gayest shit I've ever read.

"The testament of the bible is to testify God's truth. This is because the Latin for witness is testis."

"Poor Leo Masoch was still alive when Krafft-Ebing appropriated his name for a psychological disorder. He was, apparently, peeved by the terminology. Mind you, he probably enjoyed the humiliation."

"This means that science is, etymologically, shit."

Lol false alarm. Giggling kicking my feet rn.

But at the end of the day, Pansy is Hermione’s bard.
And a bard always finds the right words.
A small, almost shy smile finds its way to Pansy’s face.
She takes a deep breath.
And standing there in the golden glow of the late afternoon sun, in front of the woman who means everything to her, Pansy murmurs the only two words she could possibly say after all this time.

Spoilers






“I wanted to tell you that Ron and I are back together.”
STUPID COW U DUMB COW WHY WHY WHY WHY ARE YOU SUCH A USELESS GAY PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

“I mean, had I been flirting over parchment with a bloke, making plans to go to Paris… I mean, honestly, I think I’d be sick. That’s just…”


Fuck you Ron. Why is this so accurate to how I thought the original characters would react?

"The thought pushes its way to the forefront of her mind, and this time she does scoff. It’s absolutely mad. She’s never fancied a woman. She’s never even looked twice at a woman. Obviously, she can appreciate when a woman is pretty—she’d have to be blind to not notice Fleur, with her shining, silvery hair and captivating eyes...."


"Raise your hands if Hermione's endless denial feels familiar..." -Piesofrage

AAHHHH I'M LOVING IT SO MUCH ALREADY

"He took the boys hand and put the revolver in it. Take it, he whispered. Take it."

"The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time in a borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it."

English language arts 😰

I really don't want to read on how it ends.

"A cynic who 'believes only his eyes' misses the efficiency of the symbolic fiction, and how it structures our experience of reality."

In this chapter reflexive impotence it seems that the author is using students who are real people with complex and multifaceted relationships with whatever they consume as props. He's creating a false narrative that capitalism=hedonistic consumption, and a false dichotomy between a punishment based education system and an inability of students to meaningfully engage with thought.

"Adam thought sometimes that if he could only find out what sin it was she had committed,why, he would sin it too--- and not be here."

"Maybe--- maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure---never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself?"

I'm already in love with the prose, characters and dialogue.

"Emma Ochoa saying that furniture majors were practically the only straight males on campus."

"Personally, I’ve always thought that when people become conceptual artists, it’s so they can have an excuse for not being able to draw."

"She moved in and out of herself, jumping from one influence to the next, weaving a web of associations, appropriations, commentary."

The language and depth is no surprise, I have read his stuff before, but this seems so much more focused. Maybe not in a good way.

...I can't help comparing it to another country which similarly had great writing and asshole bisexual characters.

"Kill Claudio"
"Ha! Not for the wide world"
Minute later:
"Enough, I am engaged. I will challenge him. I will kiss your hand, and so leave you."

Dude such a simp 😭🤧

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Мне обычно оченъ тежело читатъ на русском, но эта книга такая интерессная что не могу отложитъ.

Мне обычно оченъ тежело читатъ на русском, но эта книга такая интерессная что не могу отложитъ.