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PZL P. 11. Polish fighter. First flew in 1931. Pictured in Romanian AF colours
« Lorély est la prêtresse païenne d’un culte ressuscité, la prêtresse de l’amour sans époux et sans amant, ainsi que le fut jadis Psappha, que les profanes nomment Sapho. Elle t’enseignera l’immortel amour des amies. »
— Renée Vivien, Une Femme m’apparut, 1905 (Nouvelle édition)
Allāh’s Messenger ﷺ said:
“The similitude of the one who remembers Allāh and the one who does not remember Allāh, is like the similitude of the living and the dead.”
[Al Bukhari (11/175,176), Muslim (779), upon the authority of Aboo Moosa al-Ash’aree]
Nunca vou entender como vocês, mortais, toleram isso. Vocês passam a vida toda presos em um saco de carne, incapazes de apreciar os prazeres mais simples, como se transformar em um beija-flor ou se dissolver em pura luz.
‘Not only did [Natalie Clifford] Barney’s salon operate as a support group for lesbian women; Barney herself spent a lifetime trying to revise the public and private images held by the larger community and lesbian women themselves. She provided a role model in her own behavior . . . she made a pioneer effort to rewrite lesbian history and experience, to deny that guilt, self-recrimination, drug abuse, suicide, unhappiness, and psychological torment were part and parcel of the lesbian’s commitment to an alternative life.’
— Shari Benstock, Women of the Left Bank, Paris 1900–1940 (1988)
The hour proceeded apace: Fights were recounted, battles won amid wars sure to be lost; hope was clung to; families were both celebrated and denounced; it was agreed that friends just didn’t get it; tears were shed; comfort proffered.
Chapter 1, p.11 (TFiOS)
Is this the Rains of Castamere? What teen’s narrative gets this far in sounding like the old songs? Not only is this depressing and messy, this isn’t even a genre that makes it appropriate or tolerable.