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کی می‌دونست یه روز از جدی نگرفتن زیست‌شناسی مدرسه پشیمون میشم (بالای شیش تا تب جلوم بازه)

Honestly, it doesn’t really do it for me

این پارادوکس واقعاً بی‌رحمانه‌ای است که هر چه عده‌ای از شهروندان در دفاع از بقیهٔ شهروندان بیشتر به پا می‌خیزند، بیشتر هم با لقبی از آنها یاد می‌شود که در نهایت آنها را از «بقیهٔ شهروندان» جدا می‌کند.

Spoiler (I guess?):


absolutely hilarious how Ivan’s Devil kept poking fun at him

“There is one bright spot there at the back, at the beginning of life, and afterwards all becomes blacker and blacker and proceeds more and more rapidly—in inverse ratio to the square of the distance from death,” thought Ivan Ilych.

دردناک ترین تصویر، تصویر بیماریه که در اوج عجز خودش رو مایه‌ی عذاب اطرافیانش می‌بینه.
اما امیدوارم بیمار من اینجور فکر نکرده بوده باشه.

Willmore is such a perfect depiction of a 17th century incel

book so good you have to pause and bite the corners in pure adoration

“Until relatively recently, the lack of a penis kept women from voting, working for wages, owning property, going to school, participating in the arts, writing books, doing sports, and even walking alone in public places. In this sense, the privileging of the penis was definitely not Freud’s invention (as some have argued); it was a social reality he diagnosed and analyzed.”

“It isn't God I don't accept, Alyosha, it's just his ticket that I most respectfully return to him.”

دو چپتر Mutiny و The Grand Inquisitor که پشت سر هم اومدند به‌راحتی می‌تونن به عنوان اثر مستقل خونده بشن

The OG Colonialism treatise

Macduff: the kingdom of Scotland is in shambles, and you are the only one who can save us by becoming the king
Malcolm: I wish but I'm just too damn horny :(

This whole interaction between Malcolm and Macduff is the most hilarious thing

[...] Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direct cruelty!
[...] Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers
[...] Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry “Hold, hold!”

انقدر تعریف شنیدم دلم می‌خواد یه‌دور با ترجمه‌ی آشوری هم بخونمش

قبل از اندرو تیت لرد هنری بوده

“What nonesense you talk, Harry!”
دقیقاً. سرم از دستش درد گرفت :))

ترکیبی عالی از تموم موضوعات موردعلاقه‌م. و هلو؟؟؟ نبوغ ونه‌گات حسادتم رو برمی‌انگیزه

کرکتر از کرکتر بددهن‌تر بی‌اعصاب‌تر ظالم‌تر هم‌زمان جوری که برونته نوشته دیالوگ‌هاشون رو: 💘💌🐇🌷🎀🧸👒💞🧚🏻‍♀️🫧🩷

“Oddly enough, she was one of the most through-going sceptics he had ever met, and possibly, possibly she said to herself, as we are a doomed race, chained to a sinking ship, as the whole thing is a bad joke, let us, at any rate, do our part; mitigate the sufferings of our fellow-prisoners; decorate the dungeon with flowers and air-cushions; be as decent as we possibly can.”

خیلی جالبه برام که جریان سیال ذهنی وولف از کتاب به کتابش فرق می‌کنه. در به سوی فانوس دریایی یک راوی مشخص و دوری هست که به مکالمات درونی شخصیت‌ها صدا میده. ذهن و افکار جیمز خردسال تقریباً با همون ادبیاتی روایت میشه که راوی پدر و مادرشه. اما در خانوم دلوی بین شخصیت‌ها و مونولوگ‌هاشون بیشتر تمیز داده شده، با رنگ و بویی خاص. برای من شبیه به اینه که در به سوی فانوس دریایی وولف با شیطنت خاصی با تکنیکش بازی کرده.

Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Not me! :)

self-harm is real when every 20 pages I try to imagine Jacob Elordi as Heathcliff

“The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretence but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea—something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to...”

نه من نمی‌خوام در مورد یه توریست امریکایی دیگه که از سر دل‌سیری میره اروپاگردی و بیسیک‌ترین چیزها بهش شوک فرهنگی می‌دن بخونم

آکادمیا نفسم رو برید. آلیوشا منتظرم بمون تا برگردم

وقتی سعی می‌کنه براش بنویسه میگه:
“It's so hard to speak and say things that can't be said. It's so silent. How to translate the silence of the real encounter between the two of us? So hard to explain: I looked straight at you for a few instants.”

ready to pick up the next memoir that's going to save me