people looooove to complain about the syntax of late james work “oh its overwrought” “why make complicated sentence when simple sentence do trick” “theres no point” “its clunky” “too many subclauses” “too vague” “too circuitous” as if its not the most beautiful thing in the world to start reading and realize with dawning horror half a page in that not only has the sentence not yet ended but indeed you have zero idea whats going on whos talking and what theyre talking about. and u get the privilege of freaking out like this continuously for hundreds of pages. in this sense the $13 i paid for wings of the dove is truly putting in the work
"the sentences dont do anything they just make you confused" bro not only is this insane circumlocution itself a kind of art but the confusion also happens to be part of the point 💔💔💔💔💔
one of my favorite passages from the ambassadors....is this not fun. are we not having fun playing games running vague circles around each other conversationally. (screenshot from project gutenberg. id under cut)
“Well, quite a number of buildings; almost a little industrial colony. But above all it’s a thing. The article produced.”
“And what is the article produced?”
Strether looked about him as in slight reluctance to say; then the curtain, which he saw about to rise, came to his aid. “I’ll tell you next time.” But when the next time came he only said he’d tell her later on—after they should have left the theatre; for she had immediately reverted to their topic, and even for himself the picture of the stage was now overlaid with another image. His postponements, however, made her wonder—wonder if the article referred to were anything bad. And she explained that she meant improper or ridiculous or wrong. But Strether, so far as that went, could satisfy her. “Unmentionable? Oh no, we constantly talk of it; we are quite familiar and brazen about it. Only, as a small, trivial, rather ridiculous object of the commonest domestic use, it’s just wanting in—what shall I say? Well, dignity, or the least approach to distinction. Right here therefore, with everything about us so grand—!” In short he shrank.
“It’s a false note?”
“Sadly. It’s vulgar.”
“But surely not vulgarer than this.” Then on his wondering as she herself had done: “Than everything about us.” She seemed a trifle irritated. “What do you take this for?”
“Why for—comparatively—divine!”
“This dreadful London theatre? It’s impossible, if you really want to know.”
“Oh then,” laughed Strether, “I don’t really want to know!”
It made between them a pause, which she, however, still fascinated by the mystery of the production at Woollett, presently broke. “‘Rather ridiculous’? Clothes-pins? Saleratus? Shoe-polish?”
It brought him round. “No—you don’t even ‘burn.’ I don’t think, you know, you’ll guess it.”
“How then can I judge how vulgar it is?”
“You’ll judge when I do tell you”—and he persuaded her to patience. But it may even now frankly be mentioned that he in the sequel never was to tell her. He actually never did so, and it moreover oddly occurred that by the law, within her, of the incalculable, her desire for the information dropped and her attitude to the question converted itself into a positive cultivation of ignorance. In ignorance she could humour her fancy, and that proved a useful freedom. She could treat the little nameless object as indeed unnameable—she could make their abstention enormously definite. There might indeed have been for Strether the portent of this in what she next said.
“Is it perhaps then because it’s so bad—because your industry as you call it, is so vulgar—that Mr. Chad won’t come back? Does he feel the taint? Is he staying away not to be mixed up in it?”
“Oh,” Strether laughed, “it wouldn’t appear—would it?—that he feels ‘taints’! He’s glad enough of the money from it, and the money’s his whole basis. There’s appreciation in that—I mean as to the allowance his mother has hitherto made him. She has of course the resource of cutting this allowance off; but even then he has unfortunately, and on no small scale, his independent supply—money left him by his grandfather, her own father.”
people looooove to complain about the syntax of late james work “oh its overwrought” “why make complicated sentence when simple sentence do trick” “theres no point” “its clunky” “too many subclauses” “too vague” “too circuitous” as if its not the most beautiful thing in the world to start reading and realize with dawning horror half a page in that not only has the sentence not yet ended but indeed you have zero idea whats going on whos talking and what theyre talking about. and u get the privilege of freaking out like this continuously for hundreds of pages. in this sense the $13 i paid for wings of the dove is truly putting in the work
"the sentences dont do anything they just make you confused" bro not only is this insane circumlocution itself a kind of art but the confusion also happens to be part of the point 💔💔💔💔💔
people looooove to complain about the syntax of late james work “oh its overwrought” “why make complicated sentence when simple sentence do trick” “theres no point” “its clunky” “too many subclauses” “too vague” “too circuitous” as if its not the most beautiful thing in the world to start reading and realize with dawning horror half a page in that not only has the sentence not yet ended but indeed you have zero idea whats going on whos talking and what theyre talking about. and u get the privilege of freaking out like this continuously for hundreds of pages. in this sense the $13 i paid for wings of the dove is truly putting in the work
really love a corruption arc where the character is trying way too hard to make it work but they're in over their head and it's uncomfortable and embarrassing and they're swallowing their own puke every time they do something awful and damp with sweat and trembling but insistent that they can do this, they want it, they're not a child, but it's like they're playing dressup in clothes that are too big for them and trying to convince their own reflection in the mirror that they fit and it's just no fun to watch at all
+ then they find inside them a capacity for cruelty far more upsettingly vicious than anyone could have imagined and decide that because they enjoy how unafraid it makes them feel for the first time in as long as they can remember it must have been their true nature all along instead of something that had to be starved in the dark until it grew desperate enough to claw its way out 🙂↕️
when i think about cheng my heart hurts so much my poor babyyy i really dont understand how could that BITCH shao yanyuan could abandon her son like that????disgusting.
#ughhhh that woman makes me so mad #lu guang hurry up and kill this lady!! #link click #shiguang dailiren #shiguang daili ren #时光代理人 #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #shiguang
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ugh lu guang is such a yearner.....he would tear apart the starry night sky and burn down the gods if it meant he could wrap cheng xiaoshi in the ashes of the milky way......
#it makes me cry every time i think aboutit 😭😭😭😭😭 #lu guang why are you such a romantic???
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My theory is that in link click Season 3 we will find out that lu guang genuinely. I mean GENUINELY. is pregnant with Cheng Weimin's child.
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Click here to see the unedited footage of me being....naughty...... 😘
#click the link
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the tragedy about Amazing Digital Circus is that jax is LITERALLY purple and thats what fucking kills me every time like they are a character in the popular cartoon Amazing Digital Circus im fucking sobbing???
#i wish i had a link to this to click but alas
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tragic yaoi ships always got to have the white one who is really sad and the black one who is really sad
Hi, my name is James Webbony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Space Telescope and I am a telescope in space (that's how I got my name) and I have a five-layer aluminum-coated Kapton sunshield protecting my instruments and gold-coated hexagonal primary mirror segments like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Lady Gaga (AN: if you don't know who she is, get the hell out of here!). I'm not related to the Hubble Space Telescope, but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm an infrared telescope but I am much larger than Spitzer. I have 18 primary mirror segments. I also study exoplanets, and I go to a telescope school in L2 where I'm in orbit (I was launched in 2021). I can see distant galaxies (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly gold. I love space, and I take all my photos there. For example, today I was taking a photo of the Cartwheel Galaxy, which is about 500 million light years away. I was using my NIRcam, NIRspec, MIRI, and FGS-NIRISS. I was walking outside L2. It was around 1 million miles away from Earth and there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I unfolded my primary mirrors at them.
hello my name is kim dokja and im addicted to killing myself. i put two men pregnant and im trying for a third. i love getting divorced and gambling. my two or three children are in ages between 3-17, or so ive been told by my coworker. i cant open up to anyone because i have a sigma grindset. i have never lost my virginity because i don't deserve to. billions of people died because i am a nerdy millenial. my personality is cluster B because im beautiful. or so ive been told, by my lying bitch wife.
there's an anime everyone's into right now and it must be really confusing because everyone in the tags keeps going "wha?" it's okay gang you'll figure it out.
when i was younger i used to think that when you buy books for people you should buy difficult and challenging texts that way they can spend more time with it and really draw out the experience. and its often not something you can really grab hold of first time around, so you have to spend a lot of time with and as you keep rereading it or keep maturing new meaning emerges, changing your relationship to the text. anyway this is totally wrong lmfao because when you do this people say Thanks haha.....so nice of you to think of me. and then let it languish in dust forever. but whatever, like it's their loss. i think this explains a lot about me.
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