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Story of Alan’s life. (via doctora)
theartofgooglebooks: “The mother stated that when three months pregnant with the child she was much terrified by a monkey attached to a street organ, which jumped on her back as she was passing by.”
From p.82 of The Human Hair: Its Structure, Growth, Diseases, and Their Treatment by Hermann Beigel (1869). Original from Harvard University. Digitized May 23, 2007.
The body exsanguinates, and its flat little presence becomes a puddle of gore.
Hilary Mantel, quoted here
Reading Anton Chekhov’s stories, one feels oneself in a melancholy day of late autumn, when the air is transparent and the outline of naked trees, narrow houses, grayish people, is sharp. Everything is strange, lonely, motionless, helpless. The horizon, blue and empty, melts into the pale sky and its breath is terribly cold upon the earth which is covered with frozen mud. The author’s mind, like the autumn sun, shows up in hard outline the monotonous roads, the crooked streets, the little squalid houses in which tiny, miserable people are stifled by boredom and laziness and fill the houses with an unintelligible, drowsy bustle.
Gorky [cf. Yeats’s “gray / eighteenth-century houses”]
For twenty-five years I have read criticisms of my stories, and I don’t remember a single remark of any value or one word of valuable advice. Only once Skabitchevsky wrote something which made an impression on me … he said I would die in a ditch, drunk.
Chekhov (quoted here)
| Robert Ressler: | “So you were aroused at just the physique?” |
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| Jeffrey Dahmer: | “The internal organs.” |
donshare: Yeats’s Golden Dawn notebook, Flickr photo by Herbis Orbis
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