December 2010
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“seventeen and twelve were only twenty nine, and hang it all, that wasn’t...”
– of human bondage, somerset maugham
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yup, yup. now you can pretend we hopped into the...
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invisiblestories asked: To be honest, I'm taking rumors at face value. There's a likelihood--slim, but we shouldn't let percentages rule out the almost-impossible--that by going south you will continue going south forever.
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don't sing to nature, it's a killer
this from clockfire, jonathan ball’s book of impossible plays:
Patrons file into the theatre, but before they have a chance to sit down, they are confronted by their doppelgangers.
This cannot be.
Only one from each pair may exit the theatre. The other must remain, dead or alive, to attend the next performance.
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jorges luis borges and zbigniew herbert discuss...
the two men meet for hot chocolate at that magical tea parlour on the ile st louis. they don’t even like hot chocolate, but what can they do? they’re in my imagination. besides, they’ve put up with worse.
there are no other customers, but they soon observe that they’re being observed by an elephant made of dark chocolate. also a flying horse, made of milk chocolate....
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“…this long disease, my life.”
– alexander pope
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robert walser, empath extraordinaire
this from his 1908 novel ‘the assistant’:
how impoverished silvi was. would it ever have occurred to this little girl to ask someone to bring her oranges from the specialty food shop in the village? absolutely not. she knew all too well how inclined everyone would be to deny her request. her requests were not even requests at all, but rather just stammered-forth envy. she asked for...
“I said to her, “With whose blood did you color your head?”
She said,...”
– Hafiz, trans. by Elizabeth Gray (via casablancaat10am)
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threats, threats
P: i am seriously considering turning you into an imbuche.
me: what is an imbuche?
P: it's a kidnapped child:
The Brujo chilote transformed the child into a deformed hairy monster by breaking his legs and twisting them over his back, applying a magic cream over the boy's back to cause thick hairs and, finally splitting his tongue to produce a forked, snake-like, tongue.
and then you will have to serve me.
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the english have a marvellous doctor who saves the... →
KAZRAN SARDICK: when girls are crying, are you supposed to talk to them?
DR WHO: i have absolutely no idea.
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one of the best bits of ‘through the looking...
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afraid? of whom am i afraid...? →
edward bulwer lytton’s (1921?) ghost story - excellent, mostly.
She said, dryly: ‘…you have stayed longer than any other lodger; few ever stayed a second night; none before you, a third. But I take it they have been very kind to you.’
“‘They—who?’ I asked, affecting a smile.
“‘Why, they who haunt the house, whoever they are.
I don’t mind them; I remember them many years ago, when...
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things to bring back from istanbul
lokum
rose petal jam
eye of fatima (x5)
pomegranate molasses
two blue-green, tulip shaped tea glasses, with saucers and spoons
lots and lots of cinnamon akide
a small, sharp knife
attar of isparta roses
some love potion - (i shall stand before a mirror, of course, and drink it all myself.)