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shadow and bone (2021 - 2023) // the drowning faith (r.f. kuang) // the borgias (2011 - 2013) // beautiful world, where are you (sally rooney) // hilda furacão (1998) // bob dylan, on joan baez // religion (lana del rey - honeymoon)
tr. Henry T. Riley The Metamorphoses of Ovid // The Borgias 1.06 The Borgias in Love (2011) cr. Neil Jordan // Gail Finney Self-Reflexive Siblings: Incest as Narcissism in Tieck, Wagner, and Thomas Mann // John William Waterhouse Echo and Narcissus (1903) // John Ford ’Tis Pity She’s a Whore (1633) //The Borgias 2.01 The Borgia Bull (2012) cr. Neil Jordan // The Borgias 2.01 The Borgia Bull (2012) (unfilmed draft) cr. Neil Jordan // The Borgias 2.02 Paolo (2012) cr. Neil Jordan // DiPlacidi, J. ‘My more than sister’’, in Gothic incest: Gender, sexuality and transgression.
The whole world whispers that you and I are lovers. Should we prove them right, make their lies true?
Her that did set our country in a roar,
-Thomas Wyatt
“You have flattered me with so many and such wondrous gifts. Allow me to send you this token in return. Small though it is. And allow me to remain, in all things your ever-loving servant. Anne”
“the most happy”
[…] impacífico espírito desconjuntado, repartido, de grande ímpeto, […].
Ana Miranda, Desmundo
"Shakespeare - Richard III" — David Gentleman (1976)
‘ “He has a song,” [Rhaegar] replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.”
‘He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door.’
- A Clash of Kings (George R. R. Martin)
Mermaid amulet in silver from Naples, Italy; before 1880. The amulet represents a twin tailed siren figure; they were suspended in the window or worn by women and used as jingles
DOWNTON ABBEY S1E4
OUTLANDER (2014 – 2026) S03E08 | S08E10
-Being a ghost, may be quite interesting. There are a few folk I wouldn't mind calling on in that state, just to see the look on their faces. -Would you look in on me? -Hm. Maybe just a wee glance, Sassenach. Wouldn't want to frighten you.
Penny Dreadful | 1.05 - Closer Than Sisters Two Women on the Shore - Edvard Munch
Eva Green as Vanessa Ives in Penny Dreadful (2014-2016) dir. John Logan
just started rewatching downton and i can't stop thinking about the profound loneliness of the end of the grand finale. it happens so gradually over the course of the series that you almost don't notice it; sure, there are fewer unnamed servants in the background, and we lose the whole genus footman, but it happens so slowly. upstairs, edith gets married and leaves and tom starts his new life, but that's the natural order of things. the deaths of sybil and matthew and violet are devastating, but there's sybbie and george and rose, so the show is focused more on the absence of sybil and matthew and violet themselves rather than the concept of loss.
but when the series begins, the house is alive. there is constant motion, constant noise, people constantly coming and going. there are servants whose names we never know, but who are always in and out of the frame, working in the kitchen and going up and down the stairs. upstairs, the family is whole and intact; the house is a home, where people live. there's the revolving door of suitors and parties and distant relations who come and go.
and that shot of mary at the end of the grand finale, standing alone under the portrait of violet, literally surrounded by ghosts, is so deeply sad. not just because we, the audience, are sad that the franchise is over and that sybil and matthew and violet are dead, but because the house no longer feels alive. it's now just one sad woman, her voiceless children, and a few servants left. it's a shadow of what it was. it's tragic and haunting. the estate is intact, and mary has inherited all, and the original problem they had been trying to solve since 1912 is happily resolved. but what's the point? what is the point of the estate being intact and owned by the crawleys if it's lifeless and empty? what is the point of downton if it is no longer a pillar of the community, offering employment and benefits for the village? what is the point of protecting downton for the future when it is so obvious it is a relic of the past?
The Awakening, (Detail), (1893), by Eugene de Blaas (Italian-Austrian, 1843 – 1931), oil on canvas, 175 cm (68.8 in) x 100 cm (39.3 in), Private Collection