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“wan·der·lust (wŏn’dər-lŭst’)
n. A very strong or irresistible impulse to...”
– The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, 4th ed. (via somethingimpersonal)
Sorry for my Dostoevsky binge
I’m writing one of my college essays on the Brothers Karamazov, I think.
“The more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Sonnet -- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Only until this cigarette is ended, A little moment at the end of all, While on the floor quiet ashes fall, And in the firelight to a lance extended, Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended, The broken shadow dances on the wall, I will permit my memory to recall The vision of you, by all my dreams attended. And then adieu,—farewell!—the dream is done. Yours is a face of which I can...
Yes, it is funny, the things we remember.
Me: You could always tell me what I am to you
Him: there is no One Truth in description
Him: except tautology... Esther is Esther
Me: ...
Him: Going off your name... you are a star. A star's light is gentle, and starlight has been praised in that way for centuries... yet it is now known to be born out of an intensity unrivalled across all nature. And, of course, stars are beautiful.
'Daphne' by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Why do you follow me?— Any moment I can be Nothing but a laurel-tree.
Any moment of the chase I can leave you in my place A pink bough for your embrace.
Yet if over hill and hollow Still it is your will to follow, I am off;—to heel, Apollo!
