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The figure engraved on this medallion was that of a (…) phallus, in the condition known in heraldry as *rampant*, and there were little wings attached to the ballocks thereof, which caught my eye immediately. Around the shaft of this virile member twined the stem of a rose whose bloom nestled somewhat coyly at the place where the foreskin folded back. Whether the thing was ancient or modern I could not tell (…)
— Oct 22, 2025 11:57AM
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Aňa
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The child’s laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown. (—Buffo the Great)
— Nov 05, 2025 10:52PM
Aňa
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She fell to genuflecting in front of the icon. She might have prayed for the soul of her daughter, the murderess, had she not been so weary she could do no more than perform the physical rituals of faith.
— Oct 22, 2025 02:21PM
Aňa
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But what I never could get used to was the sight of their eyes, for there was no terror in the house our customers did not bring with them.
— Oct 22, 2025 11:31AM
Aňa
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Sealed in this artificial egg, this sarcophagus of beauty, I waited, I waited … although I could not have told you for what it was I waited. Except, I assure you, I did *not* await the kiss of a magic prince, sir! With my two eyes, I nightly saw how such a kiss would seal me up in my *appearance* for ever!
— Oct 17, 2025 01:37PM
Aňa
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(…) the wind blew Big Ben, striking midnight, so lost, so lonely a sound it seemed to Walser the clock might be striking in a deserted city and they the only inhabitants left alive. Although he was not an imaginative man, even he was sensitive to that aghast time of the night when the dark dwarfs us.
— Oct 17, 2025 01:21PM
Aňa
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(…) it was an old-fashioned house, so much so that, in those years, it had a way of seeming almost too modern for its own good, as the past so often does when it outruns the present.
— Oct 17, 2025 07:59AM
Aňa
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(…) he was astonished to discover that it was the limitations of her act in themselves that made him briefly contemplate the unimaginable — that is, the absolute
suspension of disbelief.
For, in order to earn a living, might not a genuine bird-woman — in the implausible event that such a thing existed — have to pretend she was an artificial one?
— Oct 17, 2025 03:11AM
suspension of disbelief.
For, in order to earn a living, might not a genuine bird-woman — in the implausible event that such a thing existed — have to pretend she was an artificial one?
Aňa
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Now, wings without arms is *one* impossible thing; but wings *with* arms is the impossible made doubly unlikely — the impossible squared. Yes, sir!
— Oct 17, 2025 02:39AM
Aňa
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For we are at the fag-end, the smouldering cigar-butt, of a nineteenth century which is just about to be ground out in the ashtray of history. It is the final, waning, season of the year of Our Lord, eighteen hundred and ninety-nine. And Fevvers has all the *éclat* of a new era about to take off.
— Oct 17, 2025 02:17AM
