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— Li Bai, excerpt of “Drinking Alone with the Moon”, trans. by Vikram Seth, in Three Chinese Poets: Wang Wei, Li Bai, and Du Fu
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“I raise my cup to invite the moon. He and my shadow and I make three.”
— Li Bai, excerpt of “Drinking Alone with the Moon”, trans. by Vikram Seth, in Three Chinese Poets: Wang Wei, Li Bai, and Du Fu
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Since people are getting into Hannibal again, I feel like this never got the attention it deserved.
Since people are getting into Hannibal again, I feel like this never got the attention it deserved.
no one:
me, every fucking day since june 5, 2020:
Who remembers?
Do you think the characters in Hannibal ever just want to have a normal conversation? Like, just once, Will would like to be able to answer ‘how are you’ with ‘not bad’, or ‘fine’, or even ‘bit shit, honestly’. But he can’t because he’s living in high gothic melodrama and so has to say ‘like a cow, watching from her pen as her calf is led away by the farmer, believing all to be well but deep down, harbouring a doubt, a seed of fear and resentment that will one day grow to take over her mind like the creeping incursion of kudzu into a peaceful garden’
God can you imagine working the starbucks drive through window when literally any Hannibal character comes through? ‘Hi, how are you today?’ ‘My brother haunts me, always laughing in the recesses of my mind, no matter what happens I can never escape the scars he has left on me, like the lines a butcher marks out on a freshly slaughtered hog before he pulls out his knives. I’ll have a soy vanilla latte and a poppyseed muffin.’