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“But there was not found a laff-mate for him.” — Country Boy | Restauratio Anglica — Green & pleasant Land! (c. 1832)

[thesquireinvictus]

Gilmore Girls only makes for satisfying viewing (and any moral sense) if you understand that Lorelei is actually a very sympathetic villain.

[godkissedme]

[phlebasthebroenician]

Yahoooooooooo!!!!

[thesquireinvictus]

UK farmers commit suicide at double the national average. It’s often said that there is a mental health crisis in farming. There is not. The issue at hand is the full-scale and continued assault on farming by the state for the past 30 years.

[ant-soul]

You see, I don't really believe that the kid I was has grown up into me. He still exists somewhere, in the most graphic, plastic, physical way for me. I have a tremendous concern for, and interest in, him. I try to communicate with him all the time. One of my worst fears is losing contact. The pleasures I get as an adult are heightened by the fact that I experience them as a child at the same time. Like, when autumn comes, I as an adult welcome the departure of the heat, but simultaneously, as a child would, I start to anticipate the snow and the first day it will be possible to use a sled. This dual apperception does break down occasionally—usually when my work is going badly. I'll get a sour feeling about books in general, and my own in particular. The next stage is annoyance at my dependence on this dual apperception, and I reject it. Then I get really depressed. When excitement about what I'm working on returns, so does the child. We're on happy terms again.

— Maurice Sendak

[thesquireinvictus]

It's true that the best will in the world, and the best advice, amount to nothing, and that man cannot be saved by man, but by God alone, because it is only in knowing the divine that man seems to awaken to that order of thought and comportment by which man is able best to live. Moreover, he knows this order, like an instinct, but crucially, always, it must be brought out of him—be it by love, by suffering, or by the rest.

[thesquireinvictus]

You can't really heed the opinions of intelligent people. Intelligence, as it were, is only a powerful engine, and says very little about a person's ability to steer.

[bardskull]

“When mothers pray, hell trembles; the most dangerous person on earth is a praying mother. Her children become flaming torches in God's hands.”

— St. Paisios of Mount Athos

[mournfulroses]

Charlotte Brontë, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charlotte Brontë

[thesquireinvictus]

Why are we pretending that Christopher Nolan makes anything other than children's films and penny pulps marketed and dolled up to appear like gritty, "serious" cinema?

[furtho]

Collective farmers, USSR, 1929 (via here)

[philosophors]

“The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.”

— Willa Cather

[derangedrhythms]

...there is a gulf between you and other men, and my most painful torture, I can tell you, is to make comparisons. There is no one in the world your equal; there is nothing that resembles you.

Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo, tr. Robin Buss

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

"Think of the Russian fairy tale about the waters of life and death. The foolish lad Ivan was quite ruined, he had nothing left, he could not even die. Yet Ivan prevailed, because truth was on his side and truth battles against falsehood. Every kind of falsehood will be conquered. All fairy tales grow out of sorrow, fear and falsehood, and the denouement is always reached through truth. Look about you: Russia is now the scene of a fairy tale. The people create tales, the people create revolutions, and the revolution has begun like a fairy tale. Famine and death are fabulous, surely? Are not the deaths of towns fabulous, or their retreat into the seventeenth century? Look about you: we are living through a fairy tale. There is a scent of wormwood, because it is all a fairy tale. And we too have our fairy tale—your hands smell of wormwood."

– Boris Pilnyak, from “Wormwood,” The Tale of the Unextinguished Moon and Other Stories (Washington Square Press, 1967)

[hail-holy-queen]

"The Dark Night" by St. John of the cross

[thesquireinvictus]

Gonna stencil "Nothing matters very much, and few things matter at all," and "It is later than you think. Hasten, therefore, to do the work of God," and "Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly," next to one another on my sitting-room wall.

[mervynbunter]

George Macdonald, The Day Boy and the Night Girl or The Romance of Photogen and Nycteris (1882)