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Literature Meme | 1/1 Epic: Paradise Lost

What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th’ Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav’n.

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"To disbelieve in witchcraft is the greatest of all heresies."

- Malleus Maleficarum (1486)

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"You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it at all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that. Again, you have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life; and then turned to the friend at your side who appears to be seeing what you saw — but at the first words a gulf yawns between you, and you realise that this landscape means something totally different to him, that he is pursuing an alien vision and cares nothing for the ineffable suggestion by which you are transported. Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of — something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clap-clap of water against the boat’s side? Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it — tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest — if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself — you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say “Here at last is the thing I was made for”. We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all."

- C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain (via alightforrevelation)

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it’s hard to tell, whose little girl am i
the man with the black hat will take me home tonight
i wash my body, five years grown
promised father, leave me alone
hope not too lonely

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I am so very tired of anything vaguely art deco-ish being labeled as “Gatsby.”  Especially considering that the art deco of the movie is the bold lines and geometric shapes of the 1930s and not the vibrant colors, fluid shapes, and exoticism of the art deco of the 1920s.  In the early 1920s, when the book is set, things were still pretty Edwardian.  Ironically enough, one thing the movie gets consistently wrong with the costuming is that the costumes really aren’t extravagant enough.  Women wore elaborate headdresses embroidered with pearls and metallic thread and their dresses often had long trains and swags of lush silk and velvet.  The late 1910s and early 1920s are my favorite fashion era because so much is it is so fantastic.

All of this. This period took a huge amount of inspiration from more ‘exotic’ cultures such as the middle east, Egypt and even pre-revolutionary Russia. Everything was over the top. Later art deco, inspired by modern art movements such as Bauhaus, was much more minimalist and pared down but you don’t really see that kind of influence reflected in fashion and decor until about 1926/7.

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