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so embarrassed on behalf of Venus. can't believe her behavior towards psyche is being aired out like this. "carry this box into the underworld and make Persephone put some of her beauty in it". run that by me again? ok yea go through that hole in the earth, down the river of death,, tip the ferry guy, give the guard dogs a cake. girl come on its unrealistic to be the only hot person alive. mercantilist ass thinker

the sirens were singing the song of the iliad. the song of heroic death. did you guys all know this? they can give him wisdom if he lets them. they can help him understand. i know there is no rope tied to a mast on earth that would keep me away from those ladies and recognizing that here and now is called character growth

the sirens were singing the song of the iliad. the song of the heroic death. did you guys all know this? they can give him wisdom if they'll let him. they can help him understand. i already know that there is no rope tied to a mast on earth that would keep me from those ladies and recognizing that here and now is called character growth

i didn't know about the sacrifices! so many young & beautiful boys died. the Greeks believed flowers were them returning. the anemone,, the hyacinth. (home depot garden center hits different now). that belief was their grieving yes
which marks the Greeks as more ..civilized than early Mesopotamians ? there, gods needed feeding. humans were labor, and sacrifice was transactional. here, tragedy. losses one can't undo

i feel i'm back in rome's borghese museum. blind visitors palming the ratto di proserpina statue. feeling persephone's helpless manhandled skin. I never felt so moved
but somehow my suffering potential over her amplifies. her mom demeter wastes away on Earth longing for her ..secondary effects. life and love can be so painful . fairness is a compromise. we as a society have been thinking about personhood for so long

my internet is a wonderous place of free ideas and scaffolded lessons

i'm going to be moving differently on goodreads for a little while. i have some theories i need to have a go at

barely going to make it out of this dog arc intact .....

lena adopted an "elderly dog" with cataracts and "a broken leg that never reset", "unused to her tripod status", with "ornate rituals to stay alive", and "only toothlessness to prevent her from taking chunks out of "[lena's] hand". lena met her "staring blankly at the toddler like she’d had her frontal lobe removed " .. holden caulfield ass characterization

auntie lena's ability to articulate the absurdity of modern life is unmatched. SISTERS she mentioned the live-in girlfriend-called-roommate trope. The feeling slighted about peoples' indifference to your curiosity-inducing life trope. The "being lost in reverie at the glamour of your situation" (freaking verbatim), then leaning on a railing that plummets hundreds of feet down a hill. our finest serial sitcom writer

i can't put this down. i'm ferociously documenting every excuse. i'm thinking about golden eyes. swimming in gold. not putting a devil accusation in writing. his limp arms. what did and didn't make it into the report. the biggest party in town. catholicism in small towns.
she's conscious now. she's an abandoned wife. a mistress of her own free will. AND NOW HE'S BACK WITH RIBBONS AND UNOPENED LETTERS

the pursuit of love is like falconry.

am i really going to stop and reflect on this so frequently? its likely. time for a quick safdie brothers at boston university rabbit hole. found out they funded their first feature through expense fraud! every day i wish i was sentient in 2007

thank you allah and the orange county public library for the expedited access to my Current Favorite postmodern mind. anxiously awaiting the aunt lena popstar on the couch allegations. i feel uniquely qualified to comment

miss magdalena obviously cares about her image. she leaves her ex, the disgraced but also MORALLY SOUND HERO for her waspy boss. she obvi thinks she's trading up. his class credentials, connections,, 60 minutes interviews. nahh irl he's a voeyeuristic creep in his "blank and empty middle age" years. that yacht scene was beautifully written. MIA picks the flashy predator over the virtuous protector. love books so bad

to read to experience "overwhelming enchantment". yes that's one way to put why I do it. to become "better and simpler in one's vision". yep that too! I do this. with humility and patience. waiting for the hour when a clarity is born. which is worth the wait and the effort. The Consumer is The Artist too. because the consumer too is a world. full of memories. future longings. i write my thoughts on the internet :o

woah woah woah so tom wolfe are you telling me the perez was donated forged kandinskys decades before the orlando museum of art bought forged basquiats? is this even fiction lool

i'm one chapter in and so humbled. sometimes you just have to crack open a story about miami cops and realize you know absolutely nothing jon snow

wow! i must commend sadie's late characterization. her primary driver became very obvious: self worth. to prove she belonged in indifferent spaces. to be seen by people who once decided not to see her. validation that she was worth sticking around for,, that "They" got her wrong the first time. control over her image (something out of her and all of our controls). so tragic, so human, soooo relatable. my shayla

my gosh does this have a way of capturing an early 20s power-imbalance relationship from the powerless insecure girl perspective. i've said this before ,, i do not envy the youth even a little bit

i am so different from the person who read this last. more juvenile,, despairing and pitiful than i remember. type......

the world is also so different. has the ubiquitousness of Anthropic and the others made this a relic?

the rollercoaster of emotions between "the poor fellow that queequeg had handled so roughly ,, was swept overboard" and "the poor bumpkin was restored" ,, "we cannibals must help these christians". ohhh is melville a wordsmith or what . Geeeez. and the milk tasted like fish
because hosea's cow was feeding on fish remains? give me a break... and don't get me started on the pirate allegations. oh my nantucket....

really gagged over the absurd sincerity of these guys when they take these ridiculous moral positions. "the truth isn't something one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl". sooooooo ..... .someone you know coded. deception as gentlemanly conduct. rationalizing your bad traits as virtues. brat

my kindle text size is different so my page numbers are off.
next maneuver by heathcliff : act as a loan shark to an alcoholic as part of a predatory land grab scheme. brönte wrote from a time where the aristocracy legally acquiring ancestral lands was fresh in the UK cultural consciousness. i respect the depth to which this novel covers the unjust victorian class system. is heathcliff even in the wrong chat ??

ok ok , omg. what to report. so much. sooo welcome to the lower middle class, isabella darling. do stay a while. maybe romanticizing your brooding husband, "the devil", has some consequences . heathcliff's playing 5d chess mama. no love in that heart. i'm sorry you got caught in the crossfire,, lost your maid servant, and live in poverty with "a little wretch" and a "hungry wolf" . sucks fr

taking this lockwood narrator's perspective: aaaalright, post-dog bite incapacitation, can't leave, nobody wants me here! brought to stay in the room the family "won't let anyone lodge in willingly"! woken up by a "waif ghost", lowkey embodied! nobody is pressed! heathcliff is sprinting in to meet it! "i'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society". looool

just a quick shoutout to the descriptive adjectives so far. "a matronly lady taken as a fixture along with the house" ,, "wretched inmates" , "the little witch", "the ancient", outbursts "smacked of king lear" . paint me that picture, help me remember characteristics of these outlandish wuthering heights residents past and present

blessed be thy book that disclaims "there is no moral message here" . the victorian aristocracy of 1847 would simply disintegrate at the state of the 2026 nyt bestsellers.

anyways. starting off so ridiculously strong. wuthering heights is ornamented with "villainous old guns" and so many dogs. too many dogs? and ornery, morose people. who "move not one second faster than usual" when a guest is attacked. loolz lolz

what a dreamy start. miss future-fashion designer parisian befriends a well-connected ex-medical student entering the fashion industry (!?) on her ww2 escape boat to america ,, she befriends a perfect beautiful model living in the BARBIZON HOTEL for women ,,, which gives her access to a new clientele : "working class ladies who need clothes in which to BE purposeful". ma chérie everything is in place here isn't it

alright fellas, back to work. reading this through my epistemic solitude lens (immer) , will probably post my shadow work on the internet.

the spring is beautiful in california. chapter 25 with the most visceral prose I've ever borne witness to . yearning to know the men who transformed the world with their knowledge ,, driving the earth to produce. their experiments with seeds and chemistry. the men who can't create a system where their fruits may be eaten . in my dreams i see yellow jackets digging into rotting yellow flesh . my Bible, my monologue