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@dionvisions
I had a very childlike rage
And a very childlike loneliness.
β Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. β
The Secret History, 1992
βI am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.β
β Michael Faudet
James : How petty can you get?
Regulus : I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.
shall we stand here tenderly and gaze?
No matter how much they grew up together, on their way to the throne they are all alone. Only one shall ascend the throne.
And the first task will be to order the execution of his brothers - of course if they are still alive by then.
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
Post tenebras lux.
You will never experience the same sunset again. Look up.
The Fall of the Rebel Angels ( 1666 by Luca Giordano )
Fallen Angel ( 1847 by Alexandre Cabanel )
La Sultana Rossa ( 1550 by Titian )
Premier Deuil ( 1888 by William Adolphe Bouguereau )
β I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun. β
β But how, β said Charles, who was close to tears, β how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder? β
Henry lit a cigarette. β I prefer to think of it, β he had said, β as redistribution of matter. β