people talk about women being ‘emotional’ and ‘overreacting,’ but you don’t see a woman making an arch-nemesis out of an albino whale and obsessively chasing it down like a lunatic for 585 pages
Belatedly, thank you for this! I ended up with Harriet writing an essay, rather than revising (sorry.) Also Homer probably wouldn’t have been on her curriculum; I beg indulgence. Plantagenet Lullabies a) would be an amazing fic title b) sounds like the name of a neo-medieval/neo-folk band.
How much power, asks Harriet Vane, do the dead have over the living? She pauses, her pen poised over the paper. Too sweeping a question? She crosses it out. The power of the dead over the living, she writes, more confidently, is constantly evoked in The Odyssey. Stories of the dead are retold obsessively; Odysseus himself makes his journey as one believed dead. But the dead themselves, when they are summoned, have no particular wisdom. They bring no tidings to terrify or console. The only shade with the power of prophecy is he who was a prophet in life. Odysseus, telling the story in the hall of the Phaeacians, tells it as the sole survivor of his war-worn crew. Harriet pauses with her pen in the inkwell. It’s hardly the place for a digression within the essay, but she does wonder about that. She does wonder about Odysseus, returning alone to westward-facing Ithaca, without all the men who had departed under his charge. Ithaca’s rocky soil, he had said proudly, was still good for raising children. But he returned alone, to find swaggering suitors, a rather spiritless son, and careful Penelope, who said so little of what she was thinking. The bells chime the quarter, and Harriet shakes herself slightly. It would seem, she writes, that the only reward for daring the threshold of the Underworld is survival itself.
me thinking about how it’s almost autumn and how im gonna be thriving and baking pumpkin bread for all my friends and wearing cozy socks with ghosts on them
Boris Groh is one of my favorite artists, mostly because of his works that feature LARGE skeletons just doing their thing
This is by far my most successful post on tumblr and I am really fucking glad because my main man Boris deserves to be recognized for his work. Even if its mostly getting passed around in the form of memes about cheese.
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