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how did philoctetes not die of sepsis??

fresh out of reading ‘elektra’, a tale of generational trauma and dysfunctional families, it’s one of my more favoured plays by sophocles so far.
melancholy plagues electra as the eldest daughter, left at the hands of her mother (clytemnestra), grieving her father, and reuniting with her baby brother. the complexities of their relationship was something i’d love to read more of.
beautiful! i annotated tons.

currently reading sophocles’ plays

“i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive”

“He regarded me with a chill distaste. ‘I love Homer,’ he said.”

“if i stayed in california i might have ended up in a cult” crazy how you left california and STILL ended up in a cult ☠️

“I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.”

“Does such a thing as ‘the fatal flaw,’ that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn’t. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”

“This is the only story i will ever be able to tell” yes i am rereading this book

i am never shutting up about this book ever.

hinc illae lacrimae.

NOOOO CAMILLA YOU DESERVED BETTER 😭😭😭😭

“dust thou art, to dust thou shalt return”

“forgive me, for all the things i did but mostly for the ones that i did not.”

this letter :(

“beauty is harsh” yeah, after recent progression of events, no shit

WHAT. THE. FUCK. WHAT DID HE WHISPER TO HER???? OH MY GOD?!?!?!????!!! i’m losing my mind.

he smiled at her. “you think i’d hurt you?”

richard being shot and the first real concern that formed was his expensive shirt being ruined was crazy ☠️

“fuck? what’s the matter henry? you never heard that word before? isn’t that what you do to my sister every night?”

this book is actually insanely hilarious, like my jaw fell wide open at this.

“i loved him more than my own father; i loved him more than anyone else in the world.”

:(

time and time again, we get reminded how excessive romanticisation is perilous.

“a hindu saint being able to slay a thousand on the battlefield and it not being a sin unless he felt remorse.”
reading this as someone raised as a hindu was so cool.

this book is genuinely so hilarious at times, i’ve never laughed out loud while reading before this is insane ☠️☠️

“to live without thinking”

“before, i was paralysed, though i didn’t really know it; it was because i thought too much, lived too much in the mind.”

“i said this intending to hurt her, and with pleasure i saw that i had”
kys richard.

what. the. fuck. richard.

“It does not do to be frightened of things about which you know nothing; you are like children. afraid of the dark.”

HELP HENRY IS ALWAYS JUST IN HIS LITTLE WORLD (he’s just like me fr)