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medical

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C:

i meant mrgknao

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"Victims were chased or charged in 71% of the incidents, and kicked in 15%. Less frequent actions included pushing, pecking, jumping on, butting with the head and snatching food. The cassowaries appeared to be expecting or soliciting food from humans (73% of the incidents), defending food (5%), and defending themselves (15%) or their chicks or eggs (7%). Contrary to popular belief, jogging did not incite cassowaries to attack. Although cassowaries should not be considered dangerous, they can cause serious injuries. Seven attacks against humans resulted in serious injuries (puncture wounds, lacerations, broken bone) and subsequently one death, caused by cassowaries kicking or jumping on victims."

houghtonlib:

Lear, Edward, 1812-1888. Drawing of a hedgehog, with a preliminary study, 1830s.

MS Typ 55.12

Houghton Library, Harvard University

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ggwookie:

Ornithorhynchus anatinus

ggwookie:

Ornithorhynchus anatinus

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Robbe-Grillet’s mother was a lover of animals (and, it seems, of women) who kept molluscs as pets and hid a bat under her blouse,

to the great terror of uninitiated visitors, who thought they were hallucinating when at table they looked at their impassive hostess whose tea they were politely sipping, and saw the creature suddenly emerge from its hiding place through the narrow opening of a white collar with large lapels, to clamber awkwardly over her breast and neck spreading its huge, black, silky wings.

(He shared with his mother a passion for ‘nooks’, and for classifying things, like the ‘mouth parts of lobsters and sea urchins’.)

Adam Shatz, LRB

“At the party for Barthes’s 1977 inaugural lecture at the Collège de France, Foucault confronted Robbe-Grillet: ‘I have told you this already and I will say it again, Alain: when it comes to sex, you are, and always have been misguided!’ Barthes rose to his defence, reminding Foucault that Robbe-Grillet was, at the very least, a pervert. Foucault replied: ‘Ça ne suffit pas!’”

—   lrb

“Mother Bunch, a cheap print character famed for her joke-telling, appears in one book as ‘dainty welfavoured, well proportioned, sweet complexioned’, the ‘most delightfull hostesse of England’, ‘an excellent companion … sociable … very pleasant and witty’; a few sentences later she brews ale that makes young women pregnant and blows up Charing Cross with a fart.”

—   lrb

“Another time, McFaul went on Twitter to announce in Russian that he was headed to “Yoburg” for an event. He intended a slangy way of saying Yekaterinburg. Unfortunately, yob is the root of the verb for copulation and his tweet came off as “I am headed to Fucksville.””

“In “The Language of Theatre,” an address delivered by [Tom Stoppard] in January, 1977, at the University of California at Santa Barbara, the lecturer began by stating that he was not going to talk about the language of theatre. (“That was just a device to attract a better class of audience,” he said, eying the spectators. “I see it failed.”)”

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“[Skelton was] the only man in England who had the courage to stand up against Cardinal Wolsey when he was at the height of his power and tell him what he really thought of him. For instance, that he was a cur, a butcher’s dog, that he hated religion, that he suffered from the pox, that the Pope had given him a special indulgence for lechery on account of his natural incontinence, that he knew no Latin, that his pride was immense and insane, that one day he would lose the king’s favor and come to complete ruin, and that he was an obscene Polyphemus.”

—   Robert Graves (via @leahycoo)
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theparisreview:

T. S. Eliot’s illustrated letters. (via)