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Tonight you find me here.
Alas, she was still staring at a bony woman encased in a dress so black, it went beyond mere darkness into an eclipse of all possible light, hope, and happiness.
(India Holton, The League of Gentlewomen Witches)
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. July 1907. featured in Selected Letters
Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary, August 1921
A lady did not want her sensibilities ruffled whilst on her way to burgle a library.
(India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels)
If you see beauty in something, don't wait for others to agree.
Sherihan Gamal
Hare and hedgehog — fairytale by brothers Grimm
One fine morning, the hare makes fun of the hedgehog's crooked legs, whereupon the hedgehog challenges him to a race for a bottle of brandy. When the race begins in the field, the hedgehog only runs a few steps, but has placed his wife, who looks just like him, at the end of the furrow. As the confident hare rushes up, the hedgehog's wife rises and calls out to him: "I'm already here!" The hare cannot understand his defeat, demands revenge and runs a total of 73 races with the same result every time. On the 74th race, he collapses exhausted and dies.
Bavarian legend: Once upon a time, a goat grazed on the Hohenboden and was so enormous that its back towered over the tops of the tallest trees. Day after day, the beast ate the land bare. Once the goat slept at the edge of a ravine and let its udders hang over it. A wooden cart coming down from the high forest tore off one of her teats as it passed. A cloud of milk poured out of the wound, washing away seven villages at the foot of the mountain. That was the first and last time that milk flowed in torrents in Bavaria.
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In vielen Ländern zeigen sich Hausgeister in der Gestalt von Schlangen und Hähnen. Die sogenannten Hahn-Elben kommen dabei im Alpenraum und Osteuropa am häufigsten vor. Zu diesen zählt zweifellos auch der im Xarelischen Knitteltal heimische Klugrax, der eine Basiliskenabart darstellt. Um den Klugrax, der die Gestalt eines schneeweißen Hahns von beträchtlicher Größe hat und über glühende Augen und Krallen verfügt, ranken sich in den Dörfern und Einödhöfen des Knitteltals zahlreiche Sagen, die sich jedoch in vielen zentralen Punkten ähneln. So vermag der magische Hahn dem Volksglauben nach, Eier zu legen, die sieben Jahre reifen müssen, ehe aus ihnen ein weiterer Basilisk ausgebrütet werden kann.
Der Klugrax stellt für seine Opfer eine rechte Plage dar und wird am besten dadurch vertrieben, indem man errät, wann sein Ei gelegt wurde, oder mithilfe eines Spiegels, in dem er sein Abbild ansehen muss.
Eine der bekanntesten Sagen um den Klugrax, ist diese:
— Der Basilisk vom Knitteltal —
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You have a February face, so full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
At the beginning of time, the snow was looking for a colour to borrow. The elements admired the flowers and their colours. When Snow asked and pleaded for one of the flowers' colours, the flowers turned away and refused Snow a colour; they felt Snow was too cold and unpleasant. The snowdrop, however, took pity on Snow and offered him its colour.
Snow accepted the gift and turned white from then on. In gratitude, Snow allowed the snowdrop to bloom at the end of winter and protect Snow from snow and ice. Snow and snowdrops live side by side as friends.
A German folk tale. ✨