#p. 24

[everyillumi]

[returntomytilene]

« ... Je retrouvais en Lorély la naïade fuyante, la néréide, l’oréade à la calme chevelure, la ménade et la vestale. Et, surtout, je retrouvais en elle l’harmonieux péril que symbolisaient les sirènes...

Je ne voyais qu’elle, je ne poursuivais que son image dans la multiple magnificence de l’univers. J’adorais, en la beauté de Lorély, la beauté immortelle de la femme... »

— Renée Vivien, Une Femme m’apparut, 1905 (Nouvelle édition)

[livrolatra]

“Sempre que entro numa grande cidade à noite, considero com solene gravidade que todas aquelas casas fechadas e escuras encerram seu próprio segredo, que cada aposento em cada uma delas oculta um mistério, que cada coração pulsando nessas centenas de milhares de peitos esconde algum segredo para o coração que está a seu lado!”

- Um Conto de Duas Cidades, Charles Dickens

[everyillumi]

[everyillumi]

[livrolatra]

“Quantos anjos luminosos  Podem num alfinete dançar?  Quantas esperanças se afogam  Numa garrafa de bar?  Já imaginou que seu copo  Era uma arma infeliz  E que um dia pensaria:  Meu Deus, o que foi que eu fiz?

 O que você tomou você dará  Quando receber o que deu.  Sei o que você pensa,  Quando pisca,  Onde esteve,  Onde estará.  Você e eu temos um compromisso,  Sr. 658. Lembre-se disso”.

- Eu Sei O Que Você Está Pensando

[firstreadbooks]

There a whole section going on about what happened during Hazel’s initial battle with thyroid cancer, and how she came to have lungs that ‘suck at being lungs’, as well as this point where she was close to death. This is all a full page of tell-all narrative, right between this conversation we may as well have forgotten she’s having with Augustus (note: this narration started on p.24, and we don’t get back to any present-day dialogue until p.26). Even worse, it isn’t entirely coherent (really, it’s a bit of a mess), which takes away from what should be a depressing and misty-eye-making scene.

--Chapter 2, p.24, p.25 (TFiOS)

[firstreadbooks]

I told Augustus the broad outline of my miracle: diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer when I was thirteen.

Chapter 2, p.24 (TFiOS)

I understand that, in the early stages of thyroid cancer, the symptoms tend to go on undetected. But surely she would have noticed something was amiss (like the lump in her neck) before it hit Stage IV? Why is it so unbelievable that thyroid cancer could go undiagnosed for that long? In the only case I’ve found where it did go undiagnosed for a number of years, it was because the person’s doctors thought she was just being too darn vain about a goitre. But in a 13 year old girl, why does that scenario seem so unlikely? I get it – you’re 13, your parents don’t usually suspect you to have cancer, but still. My disbelief is not being suspended here.